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(fire crackling)

(children chattering)

- Hey, guys.

- Hi.

- How's everybody doing'?

- Good.

- All right, so, I am super excited about tonight.

We have a very special guest.

He's actually what you call a missionary.

Does anybody know what a missionary is?

- Me, me, me, me, me!

- He tells people about God in the desert.

- That's right.

He spreads the message of God all over the world.

In the deserts of Africa or the jungles of South America.

Now, I want everybody to give a warm camp welcome

to our special guest.

(clapping)

Missionary Jim.

- How many of you guys have heard of the Amazon?

- Me, me, me, me, me!

(lively mellow music)

(knocking)

- Dr. King?

Dr. King.

- Oh, you must be Mel.

Hurry up, hurry, we have to close the door.

Get your stuff, we gotta close it,

we have to close the door, hurry.

Whatever you do, don't let him out.

If he tries to climb the wall, pull him down!

(speaking foreign language)

In the name of Jesus Christ,

I command you to come out of him!

(speaking foreign language)

You must be Mel, from Boston.

I'm Dr. King.

Let me ask you something.

Do you believe in demons, Mel?

Well, I believe in Jesus Christ

more than I believe in demons, but...

Let's get you settled.

("Can't Live A Day" by Avalon)

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ Could live life alone ♪

♪ And never feel the longings of my heart ♪

♪ The healing warmth of someone's arms ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ Could live without dreams ♪

♪ And never know the thrill of what can be ♪

♪ Whatever starts will fall ♪

♪ And I will be ♪

♪ I could live without many things ♪

♪ And I could carry on ♪

♪ But I couldn't face my life tomorrow ♪

♪ Without your hope in my heart I know ♪

♪ I can't live a day without you ♪

♪ With love there's no night ♪

(mumbling)

Appreciate it.

Mel.

Oh, my gosh.

I can't believe you came all this way.

- Of course I would come.

Of course.

- So good to see you, Mel.

Thank you so much for coming.

- You're welcome.

- Of course, you remember Todd?

- Nice to see you.

- Same here.

- Thank you.

(mumbling)

- Oh, thank you darlin'.

- Anyone else like some coffee?

- Thanks.

- Hanito Soto.

That was her.

- Hanito Soto.

I didn't know.

- Dad, you okay?

There were a lot of people there.

She was the one from Okinawa.

- Her and her mother.

- You know, I'm sure Mom wouldn't mind

if you stayed here with us

for a little while.

Miss Patty, she can watch the house, and,

well, you know, you're always welcome here.

Always.

- Thank you, son.

I appreciate that.

But your mother and I started a work.

And even though it might be difficult

for you to understand,

even though she's gone and in Heaven,

I have to continue that work.

- So, when are you leavin'?

- Tomorrow.

(phone ringing)

- Donna, there's a call for you on line four.

- Okay.

This is Dr. Dzeke.

Wait, Linda.

I thought that was tomorrow.

Oh, jeez.

I'm so sorry, Linda.

Oh, please don't be upset with me.

Listen, I can leave the hospital now.

Maybe we can still make it, right?

I am.

I am packed.

Okay, can you just do me a favor?

Swing by my house and pick up my suitcase.

It's in my bedroom, can you do that?

Okay, yeah, I'll leave the hospital right now

and I'll just meet you at the airport.

That good?

Oh, Linda, I am really, really, sorry.

All right, I'll see ya there, I'll see ya there.

Okay, bye bye.

Can you do me a favor and page Dr. Starkey

and have him pick up this patient?

- Of course.

- Appreciate it.

Thank you.

(engine humming)

I got it.

- This is nice.

Hey, I saw one of these fondue restaurants

down the street.

We should get ready and go.

- Oh yeah.

Two widows in a romantic restaurant having fondue.

Nice.

- Look, sourpuss.

This is our vacation, and like it or not,

there is plenty of life out there for us.

We just have to go get it.

- What?

- Hey, I'm gonna take this one by the bathroom.

- What did you say?

What did you say?

- I'm gonna take this one.

- No, no.

What,

plenty of life out there for us.

- Honey.

You can have this one.

- Oh.

- What's up, Don?

- I'm just, I feel like God was telling me that.

I don't know.

- Honey.

- I just,

I just feel like God's been trying to tell me something.

I don't know.

- You're hearing voices again.

- No.

Just keep feeling like He's telling me,

He has an adventure for me.

Something big.

- Well then, He does, Donna.

You just have to make yourself available.

It's time.

It's time to live again, and if your best friend

tells you that and God does, too,

that's really good advice.

Now, wipe off those tears.

Let's do fondue.

(chuckling)

- You're a fool.

I love you.

- Ditto, ditto.

(chuckling)

- Better be cheese.

- Mmm hmm.

- Chocolate.

Apple slices.

("What A Beautiful Name" by Hillsong Worship)

♪ In the name of Jesus Christ my Jesus ♪

♪ What a beautiful name it is ♪

♪ (mumbling) ♪

♪ What a beautiful name it is ♪

♪ The name of Jesus ♪

♪ He didn't want Heaven without her ♪

♪ So Jesus You brought Heaven down ♪

♪ My sin was great 'til I was greater ♪

♪ What could separate ♪

- This is it.

You see that tree?

The property ends there, all the way beyond those rocks

and down to the river.

I figure we can build the main house up there,

with a big bay window overlooking the river.

And we have all these rocks.

We can build walking trails along the hill

down to the river.

- We can backpack with children in the water.

- Yeah.

We'll have dormitories for the kids.

Maybe we can build a sports field for the children to play.

It'll be a refuge.

A sweet refuge.

(speaking foreign language)

Brenda?

Brenda?

- We'll make it ours.

It'll be our home.

A home for children and a home for those

that God calls our way.

- Let's pray.

Oh, dear Heavenly Father,

we are in Your service.

We are so humbled that You've called us to Your service

for the lost and forgotten children of Ecuador.

I pray.

♪ For You I race to life again ♪

♪ You have no rival ♪

♪ You have no evil ♪

♪ Now and for us the name of Jesus ♪

(jet engine whooshing)

- I can't believe you talked me into this.

- It's a movie.

It will be fun.

Come on, listen.

This group is designed just for people like us, okay?

- Fine.

- Thank you.

- Better be good.

(laughing)

(chattering)

(clicking)

(gasping)

(mumbling)

- Now walk, just walk.

(chuckling)

- Ladies!

Welcome to movie night.

Would you like some popcorn?

We've got plenty for everyone.

- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

- You're welcome.

- Thanks.

I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

(chuckling)

I don't think he's breathing.

Donna, thank goodness you're a doctor.

Walk, walk, just go, just go.

I'm sorry.

- You're lucky I love you.

- I'm so sorry.

(laughing)

- Designed for people like us?

What kind of people do you think we are?

Dead?

Hairy?

(laughing)

Seriously?

- The popcorn's really good.

- The popcorn is good.

- I am so sorry.

(mellow jingling music) - Can I help you?

- I brought your family a cake.

(mumbling)

I will help you open your--

- I'm going to the bathroom.

- Okay, hurry.

Please come back soon.

- I will.

Promises, when you said

you were going to help us out--

- I'm serious.

- This is not what we expected.

- Michael, do you speak to God?

- Specialists in California this morning...

(mellow music)

- My dearest brothers and sisters in Christ.

The Lord has been good.

His blessings are endless and His love is sufficient.

(melancholy music)

Yesterday, the refuge got new children.

They came here under the cover of night,

as not to be detected.

They're so young, so physically ill.

So far, none of them have spoken.

Two of the older children I've named Pedro and Charlie.

I think they're related.

Their health is frail,

but we're looking after them.

I do continue to miss my wife.

Her loss continues to make it hard for me to breathe.

Sometimes I feel like her love and tenderness

is irreplaceable for these children.

But God is faithful, and as I pray,

I ask for my beloved to celebrate

the new joys in my life,

as I celebrate her presence with the King of Kings.

I am--

- Donna.

Hurry, please hurry.

- Why?

- Sometime just said they're going to play Twister.

- Twister?

- Twister!

- Oh, no.

- Please, hurry.

Run.

Please.

(giggling)

- We're running at full capacity here at the refuge.

The children spend most of their mornings in school,

and the afternoons with chores and sports.

English is still very popular to learn,

so we have several tutors come over to the refuge often.

Eight new professions of faith

and five young men got baptized this month.

We're so delighted that all of them

decided to follow Christ's example of baptism.

- Hallelujah!

(clapping) (melancholy music)

- Hallelujah.

I continue our medical ministry in the jungle.

Sickness fills the Amazon.

Meeting the physical needs of the people

is still a wonderful passageway

to reaching these forgotten villages

with the gospel of Jesus Christ.

(melancholy music)

We are still conducting our church services

here at the refuge.

Many people from the town and nearby village attend here.

Church is growing and we are praying for a pastor

and we hope to have our church built

across the street soon.

On a darker side, the trafficking of children

in Ecuador is big business.

The battle to rescue these children

before they become enslaved or sold is raging.

This is a spiritual war for these children.

Please pray that the darkness will not prevail,

but the light of our Savior will continue

to shine in Ecuador.

I am reminded so often of Paul's encouragement to Timothy:

For God has not given us a spirit of fear,

but of power and of love and of sound mind.

Each day I'm learning that my faith in the power of God

must be made stronger than my thoughts of uncertainty.

God has a plan for us all.

We did complete construction on the sports field,

a dream made reality for my late wife.

In fact, we dedicated the field in her honor.

It was a lovely event.

Watching the little ones play brings gladness to my heart

and witnessing the older children

and hearing about their accomplishments

for the kingdom was a comfort to my soul.

For this, I remain the luckiest man alive.

As your servant in Christ, Dr. Wes King.

(melancholy music)

(chattering)

- What?

- I think God told me something.

- God told you what?

- To write him.

- To write God?

- No.

- Well God told me to tell you to stop eating my salad.

Now, go away crazy woman.

- I'm serious.

- Okay.

What are you talking about?

- The letter.

- What letter?

- The one I took from the church.

Well, it was to the church, but it was from a missionary.

- So, you stole a letter from a church

written by a missionary?

- Yeah.

- Where?

- The old people's movie church.

- Oh my, how did--

- You know, the Twister the nnn.

How crazy was, creepy was it?

- Never, nevermind.

Oh my God.

(chuckling)

- Never forgive you for that, by the way.

(chuckling)

- Sorry.

- Look.

It's like,

it's like the scriptures that he's got in here

were written just for me.

Listen to this.

2 Timothy 17 says:

For God did not give us the spirit of fear,

but of power and of love, and of a sound mind.

- Okay.

- Not fear, but love.

- And don't forget, a sound mind, Donna.

And he, who is he?

- Dr. Wes King.

Well, it might be Wesley.

- So, are you going to write him?

- I am going to write him.

- You should, mmm hmm,

and he's a missionary?

- Mmm hmm, yes,

in Ecuador.

- Ecuador?

- Mmm hmm.

- As in South America, Ecuador?

- Yep.

- Okay.

Just be careful.

- Of course.

You know me.

It's not like I'm gonna move there or anything.

Enjoy your lunch, it was really good.

(melancholy music)

(chattering)

(speaking foreign language)

- Okay, let's pray.

Oh, before we pray, remember, some Americans

are coming this weekend to help

with the construction of the church.

(speaking foreign language)

No, remember we speak English at the dinner table.

- We have to give our rooms?

- Yes, you and Charlie will have to go into Albert's room.

(blowing raspberries)

Oh, Mel's coming.

- Yay!

- Let's pray.

(speaking foreign language)

(birds chirping)

- Almost there, guys.

I've been here many times before.

We're almost there, Gary, come on.

Almost there.

Oh, and here it is.

(speaking foreign language)

Let's go in.

(knocking)

- Mel.

- Dr. King.

Good to see you.

(speaking foreign language)

- Come in.

(speaking foreign language)

Hello, welcome, come in.

- Hey there.

- Welcome.

(thunder booming) (rain pattering)

(mellow exotic music)

- So, how many kids live here, Dr. King?

- Give or take, 50, maybe 60.

- Give or take?

- Yeah, give or take.

- So, you've been here like,

15 or 18 times or something, right?

- I was here a lot for the summer during college.

- Yeah, this is Mel's home.

I practically raised him,

no offense to your mama.

- It's gorgeous here.

I love the architecture and the rivers.

Just, gorgeous.

- Thank you.

My late wife and I designed it and built it.

In fact, we keep this chair open in honor of her

at every meal.

- Sorry for your loss, Dr. King.

- Um,

what is this?

- Locro.

- Oh.

- It's not locro.

It's anaconda.

- Ugh!

- No, no, mark, boys.

It's not anaconda.

Anaconda's too tough.

It's stew.

It's perfectly safe.

In fact, everything here is perfectly fine, guys.

You're at home.

(mellow exotic music)

Not that, though.

No, that's fine.

When the Lord gave us this property,

my wife and I would walk it, oh, I don't know,

every day, sometimes twice a day

for almost a year before we built the orphanage.

God promised us he would protect us.

Two years to build.

Like I said, we did it ourselves.

- Right after they built it, the volcano erupted.

(speaking foreign language)

- Where, here?

- Yeah, I remember thinking,

oh Lord, did I mishear You?

Am I not doing what You asked?

But then I remembered the great men of the Bible,

not that I would ever compare myself with those men,

but nonetheless, He never promised us a rose garden.

He just promised us He would protect us,

even through the difficult times.

- Isn't that a song?

- As believers, we should never live in fear.

God told me to never again fear a volcano.

If God be for me, who would be against me?

- So, tell me about this church.

It's that property across the street, right?

- Yes.

We so appreciate you guys coming to help us.

I'll have some church members and some of my kids

coming to help you.

- Right.

So, where do you preach now?

- Ha!

- Me?

- You're a missionary, don't you preach?

- Oh, no, I'm a doctor.

God just told me to go there.

He said He'd send a pastor.

I mean, our Bible studies are growing but,

this village needs a pastor, that's why God's

allowing us to build the church.

- But missionaries preach, right?

- Well, they share Christ, a love of Christ.

Gary, right?

- Yeah.

- Not all missionaries are pastors or priests.

Do you preach?

- No.

- But you build, right?

- Yeah.

- When we become followers of Christ,

we become missionaries, messengers.

A story, many years ago I became a doctor

with the sole purpose of becoming a missionary.

But I was mistaken because I was already a missionary.

I could have saved thousands of dollars in medical school.

Miss Patty, would you get this gentleman

some bread and fruit?

We'll start you on that.

And you guys should get settled and get some rest.

Things get started awfully early

around here in the morning.

- The challenges you must face on a daily basis

must test your faith in Almighty God,

for He is our Great Provider.

He is our comfort.

He will be our strength.

I stand reminded of His abundant love

and His steadfastness as the Great Physician.

- Hey.

- Yeah?

- You should add a few verily verilys in there.

- Oh.

Good point.

How many?

- Always two.

They come in pairs.

- Oh no, Linda?

- Yes?

- I think I lost power.

Just a minute, light these candles.

All right, okay.

So, no verilys.

Okay.

Oh no.

My letter.

- Oh no, your letter, right?

Are you typing your letter?

- Of course.

- Don't.

It sounds like a devotional, a bad devotional.

- I'm sorry?

- Reminded of God's abundant love

and steadfast blah, blah-blah, blah-blah.

- Are you making fun of me?

- Yes.

But I love you.

Listen.

Get some paper.

Get a pen, and write a letter.

(melancholy music)

Write from your heart.

Share with him.

Share you.

(sighing heavily)

- Thank you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

From the heart.

I found my life was over when my husband died.

I didn't know how I was gonna live,

how I would even face another day,

but then I thought about the rising of the sun.

God, creation and just how much He still loved me.

You know, I could live without many things.

I could live a life alone,

a life without dreams,

a life without a husband,

but I just couldn't live without Him.

He is truly the heartbeat to all I do.

- Hey, Dr. King.

- Hi Mel.

- Hey, listen, Barry, one of the guys,

he had an idea.

I wanted to know if he can paint a mural or something

in front of the church.

- It's okay I guess.

- Don't you wanna know what it is?

- No, that's up to you.

- Okay.

- They still back there?

- Yes, they are.

- They seldom leave my side, bless their hearts.

You know, it's funny.

In the jungle, death is real.

It's celebrated even more than life sometimes.

These kids have seen more death than most soldiers.

They understand that.

They just don't understand loss.

It's difficult teachin' 'em that

in God's kingdom there is no loss.

One day they will see Brenda again.

Have you thought more about your church?

- I don't know, Dr. King, I don't know.

As much as I think about it, I just don't know.

- Well, I pray the Lord will reveal His plan to you.

It's just that these people really need a pastor.

(mellow music)

- My son, Will, he and his wife

have a passion for adopting children.

Well, I guess you do, too.

My daughter, Amy, comes over to check on me often.

Sometimes too often.

- Mom, Mom!

Are you okay?

(mumbling)

- In the kitchen, hon.

- Oh, we lost power last night.

Storm, something.

I heard half the city was out.

Did you lose power?

You have power now?

- Yes, good morning, darling.

Yes, we did lose power.

As you can see, it's back on.

Coffee?

- I had plenty.

Dr. Wes King.

Ecuador.

What's this?

- Nothing.

I have to go to work.

Love you.

(mellow music)

(phone ringing)

This is Dr. Dzeke.

- Mom.

- Oh, hey Will.

- Got some good news, Mom.

- What's that, hon?

- Sarah and I, we're adopting again.

- Oh, that's wonderful, darling.

- Yeah, we've been working with this

international adoption agency.

- Uh huh.

- They found us this darling eight year old little girl.

Her name's Tina.

- Mmm hmm.

- She's from Columbia.

- South America?

- Well, yeah.

- Isn't Columbia next to Ecuador?

- Yeah, you should come with us.

- Yeah, I might.

- Well, listen, I gotta fix this mower.

But, God is so good, Mom.

- Yes.

A God thing.

- I'll talk to you later.

- Bye.

(mellow music)

(chattering)

Will is adopting again.

- What is that, like, 10?

- No, it's three.

Get this.

Columbia.

- Sorry?

- They're adopting a little girl from Columbia.

Columbia is in South America.

It is next door to Ecuador.

- That's right, sorry.

- I'm thinking about going to visit him.

Wes.

In Ecuador.

(sighing heavily) (crunching)

Should I tell you about all the countries in South America?

Paraguay.

Uruguay.

New Guinea.

Guyana.

You need geography lessons.

Linda, listen.

(chuckling)

Columbia's here.

(thunder booming)

(speaking foreign language)

- What's goin' on?

- Well, this man's a city official

and the young man is Dorian.

His uncle can't take care of him anymore,

so he's gonna stay here with us.

Now, he's a child of the King.

(lively music)

(machinery whirring) (hammer thumping)

- Hey, Jason.

We need to jack up that wall down there.

I brought you something.

Got it?

- Yeah, I'm good.

- Awesome.

Man, I've never seen workers like this,

and to be so little.

It's amazing.

- You know, the Amazon's only about five miles from here.

- What?

You hear that?

- Unh unh.

I don't care if it's 500 miles from here.

- Well, we gotta go if it's that close.

You'll love it!

- Nah, they got big spiders, boss.

(laughing)

- There's probably big spiders

down that hole you're in right there.

Ah, now, now.

Get back down there.

- I'm gonna go ask Mel.

- That's a good idea.

Come on, we oughta do it.

It'll be fun.

- Oh, come on, boss.

(tense music)

(speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

(chairs clattering)

(melancholy music)

(speaking foreign language)

(chattering)

(chuckling)

(melancholy music)

- Pedro and Charlie just left the classroom.

I think I told you about them.

They're still having a hard time adjusting.

- Hi, Dr. King.

- Hi, Mel.

- Dolph and Roberto, we've been working at the church,

but they want to take the Americans to the jungle.

Wanna come?

- The Americans wanna go?

- What are you doing?

Writing a book?

- It's just a note.

- Why don't you use e-mail?

- Well, that wouldn't be romantic.

Personal, I meant personal.

- Romantic?

- I'll meet you in the courtyard in 10 minutes.

Tell Miss Patty we're going

and maybe start dinner a little later.

- All right.

- Thanks, Mel.

(uptempo exotic music)

(thunder booming)

Okay, guys.

This is very special.

This is the first village I came to

when we first started our ministry in the Amazon.

Very, very special.

They might even dance for us.

That would be a treat.

(uptempo exotic music)

(rain pattering)

- They're gonna feed you.

- What?

- I said they're gonna feed you.

If you don't eat, and you put it down,

that's not a good idea.

- I don't think that's a good idea, either.

(lively beat music)

- Okay, dig in, guys.

- It's like she has the perfect dimples.

- Ooh, did you get the pictures?

- I did.

- Oh, lemme see, lemme see.

- She's so cute, Mom.

- Oh, is that your brother?

- Yeah.

- Oh, let me talk to him.

Hey Will, she is so cute.

Yes, I'm looking at them right now.

Oh, honey, I am so excited for you and Sarah.

Yes.

Well, yes I'm coming down to South America

with you when you go get her.

Oh, honey.

Okay.

I love you, Will.

Bye.

Oh, look at that little face.

- South America?

- Hmm.

- What's this?

- That is none of your business.

- Mom?

(water rushing)

- Yeah.

Okay, here.

Come close so I can hear you.

Okay, I'll translate, okay.

Our father was a medicine man.

He had many wives, many children,

but we were the only twins that we knew about.

Our mother was different,

different from his other wives.

He was a very mean man.

Mean to her.

We were quickly cast out.

My brother and I were only five years old

when his violence led to her death.

(somber music)

We had no one.

We traveled all over, slept here and there.

No food.

No one to care for us because they were afraid of Father.

We collected bugs to eat

and slept in the rain.

Until one day we decided to end our lives.

We knew of these berries in the forest

that would put us to sleep,

take us away from this life to the next.

We took them, we took them all,

and we laid down on that rock right there

under the waterfall.

I remember falling asleep, but then we woke up,

and then we saw it.

The head of a giant anaconda that had come up

out of the water beside our heads.

We were sweating.

We had wanted to die,

but not that way.

Then a light appeared over my head

and it got brighter and brighter

into the form of a man's face,

not a jungle face, but a kinder face

than I had ever expected to see.

He smiled at us and spoke words of love.

(speaking foreign language), he said.

I love you, I will always be with you.

And as his image faded,

he kept speaking those words to us.

I love you.

I will always be with you.

I love you.

I will always be with you.

(speaking foreign language)

Whoo.

Okay, let's head back.

Let's head back.

- So, how did the boys end up at the orphanage?

- Oh, that's a funny story.

Several days later, the boys--

- Let me tell that.

- Okay.

- We left here and we didn't know where we going.

We saw the, we were hungry, we saw this animal

who had all these tourists, (mumbling),

and we attacked it.

- What was it?

- It was a bus.

We got on it, and we rode it.

- It was a bus.

They literally attacked a bus.

See, the bus comes to town

and these two five year old boys, jungle boys,

are hanging on top of it,

trying to eat the metal, right?

- Yeah.

- The police, they had no idea what to do with them,

so they brought 'em to me.

Now, they have their own business,

they have wives and children.

They preach the gospel here in the Amazon

several nights a week.

All the villages throughout.

They're bringing Jesus to the jungle, to their people.

I think it's beautiful the way God planned that.

- So, they're going places you can't go?

- Exactly.

- And it's God's plan.

- His plan, His timing.

Oh, timing.

Miss Patty's gonna kill us.

Let's go.

(mumbled yelling) (clapping)

- What are you asking me, Lord?

You know, I promise, whatever it is, I'll do it.

I just need to know what it is.

(doorbell ringing)

Hi, can I help you?

- Hello, my name's Mandy.

I'm a real estate agent.

I just sold a house two doors down

and I have lots of buyers in this area

looking for houses just like yours.

Have you ever thought about selling,

maybe looking for a new home?

- Hmm.

Come on in.

(tense music)

(engine zooming)

- I applaud your work, Dr. King,

but moving these kids in the middle of the night?

That seems a little suspicious.

- Do you guys believe in demons?

- Yeah.

- Well, that was the hardest thing I had to learn

when I first moved down here.

The powers of darkness are strong here.

You know how it says in Ephesians

that we fight against principalities?

Well, this is a principality.

All the tribal worship, Voodoo, medicine,

demonic oppression and just

plain evil men.

It's all over the place here.

And it preys on these little children.

That's why we call ourselves the Refuge.

The Sweet Refuge.

- Adios, children.

Dr. King.

- Jason.

- Adios.

- I'll be praying for you.

- Thank you.

(Mel speaking foreign language)

- Dr. King.

It's been a pleasure.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Goodbye, Dr. King.

I love you, man.

(mumbling)

- Love you, too, Gary.

But we don't say goodbye around here,

so we'll be seeing you soon, Big G.

- All right.

- Miss Patty made you some cookies.

- Awesome!

- This place means the world to me, Dr. King.

I will be back.

- And I'm gonna keep praying that God

call you to be a preacher.

(engine grumbling)

What a blessing this has been.

- Mel, Mel, my bookbag.

It has my passport in it.

I can't find it.

- We'll turn around.

(mumbling)

(clattering)

(tense music)

(speaking foreign language)

- Dr. King.

What's going on?

What are the police doing here?

- I don't know.

What are you doing back?

(speaking foreign language)

(clattering)

(tense music)

- Hey, there's some abuse charges against the doctor.

They might even take the kids away.

- It's been two hours.

There is such a thing as due process.

They have no right to be in there searching your property.

You need to contact the embassy,

because this is serious.

Hey, hey, hey,

hey, where you takin' him?

Mel, ask him.

(speaking foreign language)

That child is in Dr. King's custody!

We demand to know where you're taking him!

- Dr. King.

I am an international attorney.

I have years of experience with Ecuadorian law,

and I want you to understand how very serious this is.

They're basically accusing you of abusing the child.

- That's not possible.

- The presumption is that this young boy, um...

- Dorian.

We've only had him a few days.

His uncle brought him in from Columbia.

- Yes, I'd say that it's him that made the complaint,

as they've taken him.

- That's safe to say.

So, what do we do?

- You have to leave, Dr. King.

- What?

No, wait, what about the other children?

- What, what other children?

- Forget it.

- If the police continue this investigation,

and they will, they're gonna lock you up

until they complete their inquiries.

(speaking foreign language)

As I was saying, if you're not here--

(speaking foreign language)

As I was saying, if you're not here,

then they can't arrest you, can they?

You have to leave now.

- But I didn't do anything.

- Well, I believe you, and I'll try and clear things up,

but it's gonna take time.

Here in Ecuador they don't honor

what you might call due process.

- I'm not leaving my home.

What about my boys?

- Well, you can't really be any use to them

in jail, can you?

An Ecuadorian jail, it's not a pleasant place,

I can assure you.

- Dr. King.

You have very little rights here.

I'd get out.

- I have some work I can do in Columbia.

- I'll stay here with the kids, Dr. King.

- Me, too.

I'm not going anywhere.

- Yeah, and I can stay, for a couple days, at least.

- I'm gonna have to go back.

I can help clear this up better from the States anyway.

Maybe we can get the State Department to work with you.

You need to tell him everything.

- Oh no, I can't, and you can't, either.

Promise me.

- Okay, okay.

Let's go pack a bag.

(speaking foreign language)

("Who Am I" by Casting Crowns)

♪ Who am I ♪

♪ The Lord of all the Earth ♪

♪ Care to know My name ♪

- Oh, Miss Patty.

♪ Care to feel My hurt ♪

♪ Who am I ♪

♪ The bright and morning star ♪

Oh, these two.

(speaking foreign language)

♪ For my ever wandering heart ♪

♪ And not because of who I am ♪

♪ But because of what You've done ♪

♪ Not because of what I've done ♪

♪ But because of who You are ♪

♪ I am a flower quickly fading ♪

♪ Here today and gone tomorrow ♪

♪ A wave tossed in the ocean ♪

♪ Vapor in the wind ♪

♪ Still You hear me when I'm calling ♪

♪ Lord, you catch me when I'm falling ♪

- Here, Senor.

Everything is in order, so it's only that she needs to stay

for three days more.

(speaking foreign language)

- What is it?

- Well, she has to stay a few more days here.

We can't take her out of Columbia until Sunday.

It's okay, Mom.

The adoption agency said that this might happen.

She's ours.

She's really ours.

- Well, you know.

You don't really need me hanging around for three days.

I have a friend in Ecuador,

a missionary, you know.

I've been thinking about visiting.

- Mom, this is not the type of--

- Oh, honey.

I'll be fine.

- A suitcase?

- Yeah, well, you never know.

I'll see you in three days.

Adios.

(knocking)

(speaking foreign language)

- Oh, my.

(speaking foreign language)

- Dr. King.

- What are you doing here?

- Is there a place we can talk in private?

- Um, sure.

Come here.

What's goin' on?

- You know, I heard about the raid on your refuge.

- Yeah.

That was uh, just a big mix-up.

There's nothing to worry about,

so, what are you doing here?

- You know that kid?

- Yeah.

- This has nothing to do with him.

- I figured that.

Dorian.

What's goin' on with him?

Is he okay?

- I don't know.

- Think you can find out?

- I'll see what I can do.

I'll try.

- Good.

- Something you need to know.

I never wanted any harm to come to you or the refuge.

It's just that I wanted to--

- Listen, I know.

I know.

You've saved hundreds of children,

from the jungles, from the streets.

- We.

- We.

It's dangerous work, my friend.

I'm just grateful you brought some of them to me.

I thank you for that.

- You know they're out to shut you down,

and take your children,

and steal your property.

- No, that's not my property.

And those children, they're children of a king,

a great king, a powerful king, bigger than them.

Much bigger than this king.

- What can I do?

- You just keep protecting the children,

and I'll find a place for them, all of them.

- All of them?

- All of them.

(luggage clattering)

(knocking)

- Oh my.

(speaking foreign language)

- Can I help you?

- Is...

Is this, is this the Sweet Refuge?

- Yes, it is.

- I'm Donna Dzeke from America.

I'm friends with Dr. King.

- Come on, come on.

(thudding)

- Is Dr. King here?

- No, he's not right now.

(speaking foreign language)

Will he be gone long?

- Hey, let me go get Mel.

Mel, Mel!

- Hola.

May I?

- Hello.

- Hola.

- How are you?

- I am fine, how are you?

- Yes.

- My name is Arturo.

- Arturo, si?

(speaking foreign language)

Donna.

- Donna.

- Donna.

From America.

Si.

- Hi, Mel, Donna right?

- Hi, yes, yes.

- Was Dr. King expecting you?

- You know.

I don't really know.

I mean, I was writing him letters

and he was writing me back and uh,

you know, I told him several letters ago

that I was thinking about traveling to South America.

See, my son and his family have adopted

a little girl in Columbia and uh,

you know what?

I haven't, I haven't really heard back from him.

(bell dinging)

- Donna.

Have you heard from him?

- No.

Matter of fact, it's been several weeks.

But, you know, I thought I would surprise him, I guess, but,

I don't really know him.

You know what, I'm sorry.

Just tell him I came by--

- Oh, no, no, sit.

He told me about you.

- He did?

- Yes, your letters are sitting on his desk

waiting for his return.

- My letters?

- Yes.

- Oh.

(speaking foreign language)

Well, will Dr. King be gone long?

- We do not know.

- Is he okay?

- No, he's fine.

- Oh, good.

- You see, several weeks ago,

the orphanage was raided by the police.

There were serious accusations made against the doctor.

- Oh my gosh.

- Accusations of abuse.

He was advised to leave the country

for his own protection.

He's now in Columbia, waiting for his issue

to be resolved so he can return to the country

and continue working at the orphanage.

Meanwhile, the lawyers are working on his case here.

(children babbling)

They're kids.

So, this is our dining area.

Kitchen, Miss Patty's over there with her cook.

(speaking foreign language)

Down this end, we have our bedrooms.

And our living room area.

(speaking foreign language)

(child babbling)

- More kids, more kids.

- Oh my, this is so beautiful.

- Breathtaking, huh?

- Yes, my.

- Well, how long are you staying?

- Oh, just a few days.

Like I said, I have to catch a plane back

in a few days.

- Well, then you should stay here.

- Oh, no, no.

I can find another place.

- Oh, I insist.

Relax, you're home here.

(melancholy music)

(chuckling)

- So, how was your flight?

- It was good.

It was long.

But it was good.

- So long that you grew that entire beard

during the flight?

- I did.

- That's a really long flight, Dad.

Well, I've got something for you.

It's...

A surprise.

- What is it?

- That's a cell phone.

So, that means that I can call you anywhere,

anytime, anywhere that you are in this world.

- Look at that.

- So, what's goin' on?

- Oh, South American politics.

Corruption, orphaned children, drug cartels.

- Oh, so the usual, that's it.

You okay?

- Yeah, nothing for you to worry about, son.

- What is it that you always told me?

God's got your back.

- Hey, thank you son, for the phone.

- Well, that kinda reminds me...

(stammering)

You remember the woman from the funeral, Hanito?

- Sure.

- What's her deal?

- That was the first orphanage where I,

where your mother and I served.

We just found her in the streets and took her in.

She was

oh

defiant

I guess would be the word.

We raised her until she reached about 14 or so

when she was adopted.

You know, she was the only child who ever insisted

we teach her English.

She was determined.

- Well, she e-mailed me.

She wanted to get in touch with you.

- Oh.

- I told her you still don't have an e-mail

'cause you don't have an e-mail, right?

- No.

- 'Course not.

Well, here you go.

Look at the subject line.

- Oh.

- God's got your back.

Look at that.

- Oh.

- Well, you should call her.

She thinks the world of you and it says there

that she's got business in South America.

- Are you reading my letter?

- That's my e-mail, so technically,

you're reading my letter that is addressed to you.

- That's nice.

(melancholy music)

- What is up with the beard?

- Just something different.

- Well, it's definitely different.

It's definitely, definitely different.

Are you gettin' back on a plane soon?

- Yeah, in a few hours, actually.

You know--

- Of course you are.

- This refuge was our lives.

Your mother and I put so much...

I just, I don't want you or

your sister to...

- Oh, that explains the beard, I think.

Just give me one of those like, as I reflect upon

my life I feel guilty for this speech.

Come on.

- No, I just...

- Dad, you are a wonderful father, fantastic,

to me, to everyone here, to everyone at the refuge.

Yeah, it's hard to share you sometimes, but that's,

I mean, it's worth it.

- Was it?

- Yeah.

No question.

Where you goin'?

- Heaven.

- Well yeah, Dad, I sure hope so, someday.

Not right now.

(chuckling)

Where are you gonna go tonight on a plane in a few hours?

- I met someone.

(melancholy music)

- In Ecuador?

- Nebraska.

- What are you, online dating?

- Online dating, no.

She wrote me.

- That's kind of online dating, I guess.

Well, good.

Hey, I say go for it.

Good for you.

- Oh yeah, she doesn't know I'm coming.

I'm not gonna...

I don't know.

- What?

- We had been writing, and then something happened

at the orphanage that made me think

I have nothing to offer her.

She's a doctor, she has a practice.

- Hey, you're a doctor, you have a practice.

- Yeah, not like that.

- Yeah, exactly like that.

(stammering)

Hey look.

Mom was an absolutely wonderful, wonderful, wonderful mom.

She was, and you guys together made

the best team, but she's gone.

She's gone now and you have an awful lot

more life to live, so,

if the greatest man that I have ever known

thinks that he's gonna have a pity party right here,

that's just not gonna happen.

No chance.

(melancholy music)

Nebraska?

- Nebraska.

(engine humming)

(doorbell ringing)

- Oh hi.

Are you my nine a.m.?

Come on in.

Thank you.

Let me show you around.

It was mister...

- Wes, call me Wes.

- Here's the sheet.

I have to tell you, I have been showing this house nonstop.

It is a gorgeous home.

Great neighborhood, great--

- Why is she selling?

- I really have no idea.

I think to travel more, not sure.

The owner's actually out of the country now.

- Out of the country, where?

- South America or something, I think.

- South America?

Thank you, I'm not interested, well, I am interested.

Bye.

(melancholy music)

- Hey Mel, could you tell me where you keep the,

oh, no, no.

Nope, colors and whites don't mix in the wash.

- Okay.

- Those boys.

They are so sweet.

And innocent.

- So, think there's gonna be a missionary?

- Me?

Hmm.

Have you ever thought about being a pastor?

(melancholy music)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Wesley.

(melancholy music)

I'm so glad to hear from you.

Are you okay?

I mean, I haven't heard from you for quite some time.

Oh.

(chuckling)

I got here yesterday.

You're where?

I was in Columbia yesterday.

(laughing)

Oh my goodness, are you kidding?

I was at the orphanage.

Yes, I was there.

I still can't believe that we were there at the same time.

Those children are so sweet.

You should meet my little granddaughter.

Oh, I can't wait 'til she comes home.

Speaking of coming home,

it would be nice to see you.

I know.

I know.

It would be nice to see your face.

- I wanna come home.

- You can't come back now.

Not now.

- If God be for me, who can be against me?

- The Ecuadorian police, the drug cartel.

- No match against my God.

Plus, he told me to come back.

- Who?

- God.

- All right.

I pray, I mean, I pray a lot.

Does He talk to you?

- Of course.

- Of course he does.

- Okay, later this afternoon--

- It is later this afternoon.

- Okay, sorry.

The sun's gonna go down behind the mountains.

I want you to go outside.

Take the second walking path down to the soccer field.

About halfway down, there's a bench.

God will meet you there.

He always meets me there.

Just ask.

He'll be there.

- Okay.

I will.

- Okay, bye.

- Okay.

Bye.

(heels clacking)

(chattering)

- Hello.

- Oh my gosh.

Please sit.

Do you live here?

- No.

I just really wanted to see you.

- Yeah, you sent my son an e-mail.

- When I heard about Mrs. King,

it was one of the saddest days of my life, I think.

She meant so much to me, the two of you.

Dr. King, I am so grateful.

I am who I am today because of you and your wife.

- Oh, I--

- No, let me finish.

I remember.

You picked me.

- I remember.

- After the funeral, my company has

a lot of resources, as well.

We looked you up in Ecuador and made some inquiries.

You're a long ways from Ecuador, Dr. King.

- I had some issues at the orphanage.

- I know.

- What do you mean, you know?

(speaking foreign language)

You sent the guy, the lawyer.

- Dr. King, I have everything that life has to offer

but it means nothing.

Do you know why?

- Why?

- Because when I was a little girl,

you gave me hope and that hope changed my life.

That hope is the heartbeat of all that I do.

- And what do you do?

- This is the guy.

- I'm sorry that you were wrongly accused

and I'm sorry that you felt you needed to leave Ecuador.

But you must go back, Dr. King.

All the wrongs have been fixed.

God's got your back.

- Just like that?

(melancholy music)

- We know about the kids you've been saving.

You interfered with some evil men,

some very evil men.

But we removed those men.

Go back, Dr. King.

I've got your back.

- I do not know what to say.

- Say you'll keep saving eight year old children.

They need you.

Goodbye, Dr. King.

I love you.

- I love you.

(melancholy music) - Heavenly Father.

Is this where You want me to be?

Is this what You want me to do?

You want me.

The God of all creation wants me.

Oh, Father.

Thank You.

Thank You for my life.

Thank You for my children, my husband.

Oh, thank You.

Thank You for giving me life, a new life.

A new plan.

(dramatic music)

(thudding)

Go, go.

Go, go, go.

What's going on?

- I don't know, I don't know.

They haven't told me.

(speaking foreign language)

They're here to look after the property,

Dr. King and the children.

- I don't want any weapons around the children.

(speaking foreign language)

No weapons.

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music)

- He says it's okay.

They got lawyers, federal agents.

Say everything will be okay tomorrow.

- Thank you Lord.

(speaking foreign language)

- God is covering his back.

- Yes.

(chuckling)

Yes.

You know what?

It truly was an incredible spirit filled day.

Yeah, God showed up.

- Well, the devil lost again.

I'm comin' home.

- Oh Wes.

He's got your back.

- Are you gonna be there when I get there?

- Of course.

I'm home.

("Can't Live A Day" by Avalon)

♪ Ooh ♪

You know, I remember when I was a little girl,

my parents took me to the Camp of the Living Waters,

somewhere in Oregon.

I remember I didn't want to go.

There was this missionary that came.

You know, spoke about being a missionary.

He talked about jungles and hot houses and,

I remember thinking right then and there,

I wanna go there.

I remember telling God,

I wanna be a missionary.

- Missionary Jim.

(chuckling)

- What?

That's right.

You're from Oregon.

♪ I can't live a day without you ♪

- How many of you guys have heard of the Amazon?

- Oh, me, me, me, me, me!

♪ Without Your loving arms to hold me ♪

♪ You're the heartbeat of all I do ♪

♪ I can't live a day without You ♪

♪ Oh Jesus ♪

♪ I live because You live ♪

♪ You're like the air I breathe ♪

♪ Oh Jesus ♪

♪ Oh my heart becomes You, yeah ♪

♪ You're everything to me ♪

♪ Oh I couldn't face my life tomorrow ♪

♪ Without Your heart in my heart I know ♪

♪ I can't live a day without You ♪

♪ Oh no there's no night ♪

♪ And there's no morning ♪

♪ Without Your loving arms to hold me ♪

♪ Your the heartbeat of all I do ♪

♪ I can't live a day without You ♪

♪ Couldn't face my life tomorrow ♪

♪ Without Your love in my heart always ♪

♪ Can't a live a day without You ♪

♪ No, there's no night and there's no morning ♪

♪ Without Your loving arms to hold me ♪

♪ You're the heartbeat of all I do ♪

♪ I can't live a day ♪

♪ Without You ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪