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Career Missionaries since 2006, serving the Shqiptaret Muslims of Albania.
Sean and Brenda met at a U.S. Air Force base in Germany and were married two years later. They became Seventh-day Adventist Christians six years after that. Missions was on their hearts from the start. Evenings with their two daughters were often spent reading mission stories aloud.
Sean and Brenda and their daughters Megan and Moriah were called to Albania individually and together through a series of providential events. They all prayed for the people of Albania for over two years before they moved there with AFM to serve the people God had placed on their hearts.
Sean and Brenda have enjoyed serving the Albanian people since early 2006 and have been blessed to be part of a growing fellowship of Adventist believers in an area where there were none before. Additionally, they serve as AFM field directors for the Balkans, the Middle East and Eastern Europe.
To see if Sean and Brenda Mays are coming to a church near you, visit the Speaking Appointment Calendar.
No matter how they try to hide it behind swagger and bravado, Albanians have lived in fear for many generations. High walls, barred windows and guard dogs protect them from their fellow men, while they sprinkle blood from sacrificed animals and hang up strings of garlic, animal skulls and horns, effigies, and dolls to repel the supernatural.
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Brenda Mays
June 01 2009, 10:51 am | Comments 0
Years ago, I dabbled in organic gardening. I learned that the most important step to growing strong, healthy, disease-resistant fruit-bearing plants is to start with good soil. Yup, the dirt made all the difference.
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Brenda Mays
May 01 2009, 10:53 am | Comments 0
Standing at my door was a neatly dressed, older Albanian gentleman. His bicycle leaned against a nearby wall. “He must have a good reason for riding up the muddy road to our door in this weather,” I thought.
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Sean Mays
April 01 2009, 10:56 am | Comments 0
“Oh, the adventures we missionaries get to have!” I thought to myself as I gripped the steering wheel tightly, guiding the truck slowly through the deepening water of the rushing river. “Now, where is that exit point?”
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Sean Mays
March 01 2009, 9:59 am | Comments 0
I can hear the poor call of the hopeless:
“Somebody help us,” they cry.
The clock ticks steadily onward
Only hours till the sunset of time.
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Megan Mays
February 01 2009, 10:02 am | Comments 0
