BRASS TACKS "A Church for Folks Like Us"

posted Feb 10, 2017, 5:05 PM by Jeff White   [ updated May 29, 2017, 2:04 PM ]

Sunday Service:   5:00 pm  
The Chapel at Kennedy Mine, 
Jackson, CA   
Looking forward to seeing you.

Return from PNG, 2012

posted Feb 6, 2012, 10:59 PM by Jeff White

The team has returned from this years amazing Papua New Guinea mission trip.  Enjoy the slide show and check back for some of the stories of the trip.   

Papua New Guinea

posted Jan 9, 2012, 9:14 AM by Jeff White

The team embarks on another trip to Papua New Guinea, departing from sunny California on Sunday, January 8, 2012.   Mary will have the joy and privilege of meeting the women she has prayed with for so many years.  She is prepared with teaching materials that will train and edify these women.   Desire, Morgan and Mikel will teach the children, preparing the next generation in the way of the Lord.  And Mark and Logan will continue teaching the men of Ese Bible Institute with the joy and honor of graduating one class while inducting a new class.  The team will also be traveling to villages where they will be teaching and sharing the love of Christ.  This trip follows countless hours of preparation by so many inspired hands.  All of us at That None Shall Perish thank every person who has contributed toward the furthering of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, it is by your faithful contributions that make these trips possible, be it preparing teaching materials, providing logistical assistance, financial support, praying...  Thank you!

Please pray with me, "May the Holy Spirit be upon the team, protect them on this journey and use them as the mouthpiece that would be glorifying to the Lord.  We look forward to their safe return with news and pictures of what the Holy Spirit has accomplished through them and their sacrifice."

Please continue to pray, and may God Bless you.

The Angel Mikel

posted Aug 30, 2011, 8:53 AM by Jeff White   [ updated Aug 30, 2011, 8:56 AM ]

     A comment was made recently that what differentiated "that none shall perish" from other organizations was that it had nothing to offer those who participate in it.  No audio lessons or written studies.  This set me to pondering. 

Is this a failure on my behalf?

     My response to that comment, in a George Castanza-esque delayed fashion, is, "Thank you."

Why?  Because of the angel Mikel.  Let me explain.

     There are many people I love in this world.  My family, my friends, my wife.  If you asked me to give the honest reasons, I am ashamed to say that many of them are selfish.

"Why do you love that person?"

"Because she's always there for me.  She loves me despite my flaws.  She always defends me.  He worked hard to provide for me.  He taught me valuable lessons.  She led me to Christ.  I love being around her.  And so on."

     Even though some of the reasons related directly to how much I valued their character, integrity or work ethic, they all were tied to something I agreed with or gained from.

     But God had a new lesson to teach me.  He wanted me to love from His perspective.

     On my doorstep, one day, arrived His messenger.  She wasn't much to look at.  Malnurished, sickly, ratted hair, pull-ups, dirty clothes, tear stained, exhausted.  She was capable of breaking my things, drawing on my walls, making messes.  She was surrounded by drug-world drama, family drama, legal drama, emotional drama.  She required late night rescue missions and public battles in broad day light.  She would sneak into my bed at night, curl up next to me, fall asleep, then pee on me.

     Once, in the midst of this rocky beginning, I returned with her from a rescue.  This one was rough.  The police had broken it up before I arrived, but the damage was done.  She hadn't slept or eaten.  She was shaken.  She was petrified.

     I brought her home.  I opened the car door and scooped her up into my arms.  She squeezed my neck, laid her head on my shoulder and didn't let go.  For five hours she wouldn't let go.

     There is a lot of time to think when you're stuck on the couch in the living room with a child latched on to you.  Much of the time she slept, but her grip never loosened and I couldn't bear to break it.

     There was no reason to love her.  She could offer nothing in return.  She would cost me time, money, possessions, freedom.  But I loved her.  She didn't have my blood coursing through her veins.  She didn't have my eyes or hair or expressions or laugh or personality.  But I loved her.  She was not my responsibility.  But I loved her.

     I arose from the couch with a kink in my neck and an arm that was numb, but with new resolve.  I would lay down my life for this child.  Not because I had to, or ought to.  I wanted to.

     So back to "that none shall perish." 

We have nothing to offer you. 

We enlist those on whom God has poured countless hours of Bible teaching, gifts and American blessings and we give them an avenue to lay down their lives.  Thousands of children will be led to righteousness, thousands of pastors will be trained, thousands of women will not be forgotten,  thousands of needs in thousands of churches will be met, and none will have anything to offer you in return.  But you can love them.

     It's a funny thing when you content yourself with receiving your reward in heaven alone, forsaking the hope of it now.  You get both. 

Mikel's smile alone can melt me.
by Logan Carnell

The Drive

posted Aug 25, 2011, 9:07 PM by Jeff White

Gene Cunningham concluded his conference with a haunting question. He walked us through too many passages where Jesus was present and available, yet uninvited. John 7:53 says "And everyone went to his own house." 8:1 says "But Jesus went to the Mount of Olives." Huddled in blankets, on the ground, looking over the city He came to save. Not even a guest room could be spared.

Near the conference was a gas station. I filled up while leaving. From southern L. A. to Sutter Hill I drove, non-stop. Seven hours, six minutes I drove before, on fumes, I stopped again.

It changed my life.

As I began the drive, I wondered how often I invite Jesus into my life, my thoughts, my soul, my decisions. I didn't know the answer, so I asked Him.

I invited Him to sit in the passenger seat and ride with me.

At first, it was awkward. I know He calls me friend, but I felt like I should call Him, "Sir", or "Mister". He did author the universe, for cryin' out loud. I settled on "Lord".

It started light. Someone cut me off in L.A. traffic. I was about to be angry. Then I looked over to my right. I laughed. I think we did. I could tell He loved them, too. I flipped through the radio stations. I asked Him if He liked a few songs. One in particular was on a Christian station. "Do you like this one?" Then I listened. It didn't even mention Him.

We talked about mutual friends. People in PNG, India, Africa, Asia, Haiti, America. We talked about my wife. I beamed with pride. So did He. My child, His gift to me. My family, my friends, my job.

On we drove. My mind drifted. I started to think about a time I'd been wronged. I was even making Biblical arguments for my position as the victim. Then I looked right. We didn't laugh this time. I wished He would get out. I wanted to stew. He stayed.

This kept happening. How many times did I want to be alone? With Him there, I couldn't go through my mental routines. I couldn't stand on any high horse. I couldn't blame anyone.

My courage grew, or to say it better, I was breaking down. I knew it was coming. There were questions that had to be asked.

"Are you happy with me?"
"What needs to change?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"What do I need to let go of?"

Some of the answers hurt. Most did. My soul was being exposed. It was like a house with many rooms. Many of them Jesus had been in, but a few were sealed. He had been uninvited.

Though I heard no audible voice, we conversed. The content of that conversation is private. I can tell you we laughed, reflected, reminisced, I wept. He consoled, exhorted, encouraged.

Though I can recite doctrines like omnipresence, eminence, indwelling, fellowship, prayer, this was different. God had always been in heaven, Jesus at His right hand, up there, away, escapable. Now He was sitting next to me, the God-man. Had I ever spoken to Him before? I felt like I needed to introduce myself. He knew me. Did I know Him? I had thanked our Father for what He had done for me innumerable times. Had I thanked Him?

Take a drive. It's not the open road that's calling.

"If anyone loves Me, he will keep my word; and my Father will love him, and We will come and make Our home with Him." Jn 14:23.


India 2011 Mission Report

posted Apr 3, 2011, 9:09 AM by Jeff White

We stayed in a tall apartment building.  On the final evening, I climbed to its roof.  From there I scaled its water tank and gained a vista above all the surroundings.  The afternoon monsoon rains had passed.  They had taken with them some of the dirty air, and together with a cooling breeze, it was almost pleasant.  They also had produced a moment of increased visibility like I had not seen in that city, nor any like it throughout all of Asia.  . . . Click here for the full report.

2010 in Review:

posted Dec 25, 2010, 6:36 PM by Jeff White

2010 in review:


All gratitude and glory to our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ. 

My loudest boast about  “…that none shall perish…” (TNSP) is that it is a ministry of plural pronouns.  When speaking of all that has been accomplished, the fruit that has matured, in 2010, all of it must be referred to as we, us, our.  Eighteen times this year, through TNSP, someone boarded a plane headed to a foreign land armed with the gospel of Jesus Christ.   Hundreds of pastors were trained, thousands of children were gathered, study materials for all were produced and distributed,  temporal needs were met.  Missionaries from 6 years old to 69 years young stood boldly and declared to the world that the greatest blessing this nation, the United States, has received is a knowledge of its Maker and the life that He, only, can provide and that blessing is available to all nations because He does not wish that any should perish.

All of these things were a result of the providence of God acting through the excited, obedient actions of His people.  We were enveloped in the security of a vast number of unwavering prayer missionaries who are convinced that they have a hearing before the Mightiest of Audiences.  Not one penny was solicited so as to be given out of compulsion, but funding was given as a grace gift in gratitude to the Faithful Provider.  Materials were produced by scores of those who know that their hands were present in these many countries as equally as those who stood in them.  The travelers themselves were selfless servants under no delusion that this effort was about them, but about Him and those He mercifully chose us to reach.

I am humbled that God allows Desiree and I to play the role that we do as fellow labors with all of you.  Although many would view this little organization as one bordering on failure, financial ruin and obscurity, I feel we are in a place of strength, fortune and fame.  We have nothing but the faith that God exists, He is a rewarder of those who diligently seek Him and that He is always able to do what He has promised.

Can’t wait to see what He will do with “us” in 2011. 


The team departs to Haiti

posted Nov 15, 2010, 6:35 PM by Jeff White   [ updated Nov 16, 2010, 8:01 PM ]

Several people gathered today at Grace Fellowship Church to pray and send off the team to Haiti.  The team is a joint effort between That None Shall Perish and Grace Fellowship Church.  The Lord has provided Logan and Desiree with the opportunity to mentor a larger than normal team on this trip.  They will be sharing the gospel, training pastors, teaching children and partaking in many projects in Haiti as they share the love of Christ.  As always, this trip has been meticulously planned, but the team knows that the Lord often has plans that are a bit different that anticipated.  They are prepared to be flexible and let Him lead this trip and direct their efforts in His glory.

The team consist of  Mike, Evelyn, Dale, Logan, Desiree, Mikel, Terry, Brianna, Martha, and Ron.

Your prayers are appreciated. 

Home safe from the mission field of Asia.

posted Oct 2, 2010, 11:26 PM by Jeff White

Mark and Logan returned safely home at 6:15 this evening from the mission field in Asia.  Please check back for stories and pictures from this latest endeavor.  Praise the Lord for their safe and successful trip and their safe return.  I am sure their families are glad to have them back too.

Word from the mission field . . .

posted Sep 21, 2010, 10:26 PM by Jeff White

Martha has received e-mails from Logan and Mark in Asia.  Travels are going well but tiring.  They will be at their first destination soon where equipping will begin.  Please pray for their safety and health so they may be at their best to do what the Lord has called of them.  As for their rest, "... In peace I will both lie down and sleep, For You alone, O Lord, make me to dwell in safety."  Psalm 4:8

For those of you that are in the Jackson area, prayer at the cross on Hwy 88 every Friday at 8:00 AM.

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