House Party Held at Living
Waters Church in Covina!Terri
and Friends Video
In May 2009,
Acceptance Ministries gave a house party in
the fellowship hall of the church which provides
Pastor Terri an office. Several people
with various disabilities were guests of
honor. People without disabilies
participated in activities which allowed them to
experience impaired speech, motor skills,
vision, hearing, and others. You can see
an exciting video presented at this house party
by clicking here.
(You will be taken to YouTube, so after
watching, click the back arrow in your browser
to come back to this page.)
Eubank Interviewed on TV!
2006, Pastor Terri was interviewed on the
Touched by the Master TV show. The links
below will take you to some of the
highlights. After viewing on YouTube,
please click the back arrow on your browser to
Pastor Terriís Disabilities
Ministering to People With
God Can Forgive Even the Worst Sins
The Purpose of This Web Site
In 1999 a professional
video was produced documenting Acceptance
Ministries and featuring many of the people with
disabilities who were participating at that
time. This video gives a clear call to
those who do not have disabilities to accept as
friends and as Christian brothers and sisters
those who have disabilities. It also
provides something we all need to be aware
of: a short list of the needs of people
with various disabilities. Most of your
questions about relationships with and among
people with disabilities are answered in this
excellent video Parts
1 and 2. (After viewing on YouTube please click
the back arrow on your browser to return
We know that in everything God works for the good of those who love him. These are the people God chose, because that was his plan. God knew them before he made the world. And he decided that they would be like his Son. Then Jesus would be the 1firstborn of many brothers and sisters. (Romans 8:28-29 ERV)
At the 2006 Four Square convention, Jack Hayford and his wife are shown with Terri Eubank and a plaque celebrating her 25 years as a Four Square Pastor.
|Picture of Irma Goode. |
I Am Not Disabled - I Am Just Different
How God Has Helped Me Through My Disability
by Irma Goode
When I was 19 years old I had an operation on my brain to make my muscles relax. The muscle contractions are a condition of cerebral palsy. This was a new surgery and didnít work for me. I was in a coma for about a month. My mother thought I was going to die and was relieved when I woke up. Prior to the surgery I could talk and had a beautiful singing voice. I had three years of voice lessons and greatly enjoyed performing. I used a walker and was very social and active.
When I awoke from the coma I could only move my eyes. I wouldnít have done this to my worst enemy! I thought God had forsaken me. My mother and I held out hope that Iíd be able to regain my lost abilities. For twelve years I worked at rehabilitation. Finally we both had accepted the situation for what is was. Throughout this time I continued going to church with my family. We got a lot of support and love at church from the members. My step-father was a guiding force for me and my mother. He was deeply religious and had faith that Iíd be all right even if l didnít return to my old self. He died from cancer when I was 25. I needed to be strong for my mother. She suffered greatly and I didnít want to add to her sorrow. I came to realize that this strong approach was a gift from God. I didnít have time to feel sorry for myself. I focused on my family and instead of praying for my recovery I prayed more often for comfort for my mother.
This direction from God has made it possible for me to accept life as it comes. I donít put labels or limits on myself or on others. I donít blame others for anything that happens in my life. I am in control and I am in constant contact with God. Together we are successful.
I say this because I know the plans that I have for you.Ē This message is from the Lord. ďI have good plans for you. I donít plan to hurt you. I plan to give you hope and a good future. Then you will call my name. You will come to me and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will search for me, and when you search for me with all your heart, you will find me. (Jeremiah 29:11-13 ERV)
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by Evelyn Hooker
God doesnít always equip us to realize our dreams and expectations. At least not until He has enabled us to dream the dreams He has for us. Many times we have difficulty recognizing His dreams for us and would not choose them if the choice were left to us.
before we are expecting our children we begin to make plans and dream dreams for them. We want them to be pretty or handsome. We want them to be smart, funny, kind, and generally fit in with others. We dream that they might be smart enough to grow up to be President, or pretty enough to be an actor, or at least wise enough to provide for themselves and their families, a better than average lifestyle. But these are not Godís Priorities. All parents come to a moment that they must face the fact that their children are not going to be, all they dreamed them to be. Those of us who are chosen to be parents of children with disabilities both mental and/or physical, have to face that fact sooner than most parents. But in facing those dreams and releasing them to God we stand ready to see, accept and dream the dreams that God dreams for them and ourselves. When we were expecting Jessica, Rick and I talked for hours, wondering if we would have a boy or girl, what she would look like, would she be smart, would she have a good personality and a good sense of humor. What would she grow up to be? We had no reason to expect anything but the best for her. When she was born the doctor immediately recognized the symptoms of Down syndrome and called in the pediatrician to make the diagnosis. Before the day was out we knew that would not see many of our dreams come true in our child. Our hearts were broken and we wondered what the future would look like, We did our best to give our expectations to God that day and He comforted us by telling us that He would be glorified as He worked in her, just as he told the disciples about the man horn blind in John 9:2-3. He also promised us that she would be a great joy to us. Those promises have been fulfilled many times over.
Jessica was born in December of 1983. She began to grow into a delightful happy baby, with a very cute smile that always brought smiles in return. She seemed to be happy and healthy. We were adjusting to her. We were loving her for what she was day by day. Until at three months when she began having frequent bouts of "the croup". She was admitted to the hospital so many times that we grew to know the nurses personally and joked about having a room with Jessicaís name on it. Her pediatrician began to see that the congestion in her lungs was not "the croup" and after further investigation learned that she was experiencing congestive heart failure, due to a large hole in the wall of her heart. We were sent to a nearby hospital with a cardiac unit to have an arterial banding, .designed to keep the blood from filling her lungs. This was to be a temporary measure to give her time to grow so that the repair of the heart would be easier and less of a risk. After the surgery we took her home hoping for some needed rest and planning to have a corrective surgery when she was 5 or 6 years old. However she began having attacks of loss of breath to the point of passing out. When she passed out her heart would stop. We rushed to our community emergency room several times and were sent back to the hospital where the banding surgery was done for more investigation of the problem. After several consultations with the cardiac specialist and a respiratory specialist we were sent home with a heart monitor and an oxygen tank. Her cardiologist told us that we might as well go home and make funeral arrangements: Needless to say, we were not able to sleep. We lay in bed waiting to hear the heart monitor to sound off, warning us that her heart had again stopped. Each alarm was followed with a trip to the emergency room. We were fmally sent to UNC at Chapel Hill, to a cardiac specialist and learned that she needed the surgery to correct the holes in her heart so the blood would flow as needed. The surgery was scheduled, but was delayed due to a fever that wouldnít subside. The doctors felt that the fever was coming from inflamed scar tissue around her heart from the first surgery. After seven weeks of living in the hospital with Jessica and Rick trying to work and drive 50 miles as often as he could to see us, the fever was gone and the surgery went forward. We were confident that finally the problem would be corrected. But the day of the surgery they told us that because her heart was so thoroughly encased in scar tissue and some inflammation remained, they were not able to do the reconstruction of her heart walls as planned. We felt frustrated and wondered if she would continue to have the same problems as before. We both drove home to get a good nightís rest and
drove back the next day. The doctor met me at Jessicaís room and told me they had made arrangements for me to stay in the old nursesí quarters at the hospital for the night. The doctor asked me not to leave the hospital, as Jess wasnít recovering very well. They wanted me near. "in case I was needed". Rick drove up the next day and we both stayed by her bedside that day. We both spent that night in the hospital. The next morning was a Sunday. We went straight to Jessicaís room and prayed over her and watched her through the day. I have to admit that my confidence in Godís will to heal her was a little shaken. I never doubted that he could heal her. I just began to wonder if he would. The doctor told us that morning that he had tried to take her off the ventilator, but she just couldnít tolerate it yet. He told us at about 11:30 that morning. He felt he should wait until Monday to try again when he had the best staff nearby. That sounded reasonable to us and we agreed. However, sometime between 12:30 and 1:00, that afternoon he came to her bedside to check on her. He said to us, "I donít quite know what is different, but there is something different, about this child. 1 think weíll try one more time to take her off the ventilator". It had been as though there was a visible change that came over her. She was taken off the ventilator without problems and she began immediately to improve. Rick and I felt that it was the prayers (of almost everyone we knew) at the end of church services that Sunday morning that God had heard and answered. From that day forward she improved steadily with unexpected speed. We knew without a doubt that God had touched her. Within 3 weeks we were home and settling back into a routine with only daily medication and monthly doctor visits to remind us of the whole ordeal. Six years later she began to have breathing difficulties again and had to have the banding removed. I was filled with anxiety. Because after all we had been through I didnít know if our luck would hold out. But luck had nothing to do with it! God again had his hand on her. She had the needed surgery to mend the holes in the wall of her heart and was up walking around the day after her surgery. In three days she was sent home, and within three weeks she was back to all her normal activities" including day care. God has always been faithful to us!
As Jessie grew, we became more familiar with her needs and her disabilities. She didnít walk until well after her 3rd birthday and sometime after she turned four, she began to form words we could recognize. 1 worried about all the things that might come up that she might not be able to do. I worried about what it would be like for her on her first day of school. I worried about whether or not she would be accepted or teased. I worried about whether or not she would be able to dress herself, ask for help when she needed it and be able to read the signs for the girlsí bathroom. But most of all I worried about how she would understand Godís love for her. How was I going to teach her to love God and accept Jesus into her heart? And the list went on. But God whispered to my heart, "She is just a baby right now and all she needs is for you to love her. And you can do that." We learned to take one day at a time, taking care of her needs as they came and learning to enjoy her smiles and the love she gave abundantly. Then one September day about 6 years after Jessica was born I found myself having lunch. with a friend and a co-worker. I realized it was her first day of first grade. It was one of the things I worried about-how would we find the right school for her and bow would she do in school. But since she began early intervention programs sometime in her first year. It was old hat to her and to us by the time she reached first grade. God had led us every step of the way, one day at a time and sometimes one moment at a time.
concerns about Jessicaís understanding and response to God were also relieved. One Sunday morning our Pastor talked about an upcoming baptismal service. He asked that anyone who would like to be baptized, to .come and talk to him before the next Sunday. Jessica was attending the Acceptance Ministries Sunday School class. They discussed baptism and were asked if any were interested in being baptized. She indicated that she was interested. Her teacher asked me to discuss it with her to make sure she understood the meaning of what she was doing. At home that afternoon we explained to her that God loves us very much. That being baptized was a way of telling God and the people watching that we loved God, too. We explained what would happen at the baptism. Knowing that she really didnít like having her head under water, we were clear that she understood that she would be completely under water for a few seconds. Jessica had always been a sensitive and compliant child, but we had never seen anything in her that indicated that she had made a decision to live her life for God. But that day as we ta1ked her face shone with His love and her love for Him. I asked her if she loved Jesus and she gave us the biggest smile and nodded her head with understanding. Again my heart was overflowing with joy and thankfulness for Godís grace and faithfulness to us.
Jessica has turned twenty-one just this last December. She will be graduating out of the school system this June. We still donít know what the future holds. but we are more confident than ever, that, "He knows the plans he has for us, to give us a hope and a future."(Jeremiah 29.11). Every day Jessica is a reminder to us that God loves us and wants to bless us. She gives her love completely and unconditionally. She brings more joy in our home than I could ever have hoped for. She has an excellent sense of humor (which she gets from her dad) and keeps our house full of laughter. Yes I wanted her to be intelligent, blessed with social graces poised and beautiful. But God choose for us love, laughter, joy, and still more love. At first when Jessica was born if given the choice I would have chosen my own priorities for her. But, I am so glad that God knew what I needed and gave me His very best in a child for us. I still have days of sorrow that she canít do some of the things other sons and daughters do for themselves and for those around them. But how could I ever regret that God put his priorities to work in our lives and has enabled us to share these principles with others.
The first child born into a family. The first son was very important in ancient times and became the head of the family at the fatherís death. It can also mean a person of special importance. In reference to Christ, it means that he is the first and most important of Godís children, the first to share his glory.