Campaign Title: A Brother’s Plea: From the Airport Ramps to the Mission Field

The Story:

I don’t really know how to start this. My name is Joseph, and I’m 64 years old. Most of my life has been spent in deep study of the Shroud of Turin—trying to see the face of our Lord as clearly as He will allow. I’ve written a book about it called God’s Jasper Sardius Body, but lately, the world feels like it’s closing in on me.

Yesterday, I sat at a memorial for my sister, Anna, who passed away recently. It is Memorial Day weekend, and it is a heavy time of remembrance. For years, I’ve worked a humble job driving cars at the airport and doing medical assembly. I’ve tried to be a faithful giver, sending nearly $10,000 to my church since August 2024 alone, plus supporting other causes. But now, I’ve reached a point where my pockets are empty and my heart is at a fever pitch.

I have a wife-to-be, Sauda, waiting for me in Uganda. She is sick right now and struggling, and it breaks my soul that I am stuck here behind a "grid" of debt and bills, unable to get to her. I want to move there, to live with her and serve as a missionary, sharing the forensic truth of the Gospel that I’ve spent 40 years unsealing (which you can see at godsimage1.com). I’m willing to give up everything I own—my car, my furniture, my life here in Minnesota—just to follow this call.

I feel a bit like Joseph in the pit, sold out by systems that don't recognize the dream God gave me. I’m not a tech-savvy man or a slick preacher. I’m just an old man who is desperate to finish the work God gave him and to be with the woman he loves.

If you feel led to help an "anomalous" soul get to his mission field, I would be so grateful for your prayers. If you can spare even a few dollars for my "Africa Pull," it would be a transfusion of life for us.

How to help:

I don't have much to offer the world but the truth I’ve found in the grain of that burial cloth. I’m just trying to get home.

God bless you,
Joseph