“I will praise YHWH with all my heart; Before YHWH Elohim, I sing Your praises. I bow myself toward Your qodesh Hěykal, And give thanks to Your Name; For Your kindness and for Your truth; For You have made great Your Word, Your Name, above all.” -Tehillim/Psalms 138:1-2 Shalom and Abundant Birekoth to All the Extraordinary Supporters of HalleluYah Scriptures! To our beloved family of supporters around the world—Shalom! May the peace that surpasses all understanding and the abundant birekoth from YHWH surround your lives, your homes, and all that concerns you, both now and forevermore. We come before you with hearts overflowing with gratitude and deep appreciation, for you have stood with HalleluYah Scriptures in ways that words can scarcely express. This work is love in action.Day after day, we lift each of you up in earnest prayer, petitioning our Father in the shamayim to pour out His love upon you. It is no small thing that you have chosen to support this mission. In a world often focused on self and gain, you have chosen a different path—a path of selflessness, compassion, and eternal investment. You have seen the need, heard the call, and answered it with open hands and hearts.
Your partnership has been nothing short of a sacred appointment. Over the years, your support—whether through prayer, financial giving, words of encouragement, or simply sharing about this work—has brought strength to our hands and belief to our hearts. Your unwavering dedication has enabled the HalleluYah Scriptures team to continue delivering the pure Word of YHWH, free of charge, into the hands of the very poor and needy across the world.
From remote mountain villages to isolated islands, from prisons to orphanages, and from tribal communities to inner cities, the Restored Name HalleluYah Scriptures are reaching people who never imagined they could hold such a treasure.
This work is not just about pages and ink—it is about transformation. It is about giving light where there was darkness, truth where there was confusion, and belief where there was despair. And behind every copy that finds its way into someone’s hands, there is you.
Your trustworthiness has become the bridge between the Word and the waiting spirit. Your kindness has kindled joy in hearts that were weary. Your generosity has echoed far beyond what you can see—into eternity.
We often receive letters and testimonies from those who have received a free copy of the HalleluYah Scriptures for the first time. Many weep when they realize what they are holding. They clutch the Book to their chests as though it were a long-lost treasure—because to them, it truly is. And while they may never know your name, their gratitude is directed towards shamayim—for they know that someone, somewhere, was moved by the Ruach to give so that they could receive. That someone was you.
You are not just supporters—you are co-laborers in the field. Your involvement is not peripheral; it is central to the fulfillment of this calling. This mission was never meant to be the work of a few, but the obedience of many who walk together in unity for the sake of YHWH’s esteem.
Your encouragement, even in the simplest words, has lifted weary spirits. Your prayers have broken through spiritual strongholds. Your financial support has opened doors that would otherwise remain shut.
Truly, we are humbled by the weight of your love and trust in this mission. We do not take your sacrifices lightly. You have sown into good soil, and we believe that YHWH is trustworthy to reward you—both in this age and in the one to come. The fruit of your giving is eternal. It is recorded in the shamayim. And it is multiplied in every life touched by the Word.
So today, we honor you. We pray that you receive birekoth (blessings) in the Name of YHWH. We thank YHWH for the wonderful gift that you are to this mission, to the Body, and to the world at large. May you continue to be strengthened in your inner being. May your home be filled with shalom.
May your hands never lack, and may your hearts always overflow with the joy of giving. From the bottom of our hearts, thank you. We love you dearly and stand with you in truth, belief, and the enduring love of our Savior.
Far from the restless noise of Uganda’s mainland, cradled in the expansive embrace of Lake Victoria, lies a series of emerald isles shimmering in sacred stillness—an archipelago of 52 islands known collectively as Buvuma. Often overlooked by the modern world and hidden away from the gaze of hurried cities, Buvuma Island stands as a quiet sanctuary of both natural beauty and spiritual yearning.
It is a place where time slows, where children laugh barefoot under open skies, and where the heartbeats of the poor echo with both struggle and belief. But beyond its palm-fringed shores and humble dwellings lies a deeper treasure: a hunger for truth, for light, and for the living Word of our Father in the shamayim.
“Yah is my strength and song, And He has become my deliverance. The voice of rejoicing and deliverance Is in the tents of the righteous; The right hand of YHWH is doing mightily. The right hand of YHWH is exalted, The right hand of YHWH acts mightily. Let me not die, but live, And declare the works of Yah” -Psalms/Tehillim 118: 14-17
In the vast tapestry of YHWH’s work upon this world, there are threads so humble and so quiet that the world almost misses them—yet they shine the brightest in His sight. Such is the path walked by Brother Dan, a humble and trustworthy servant who has become a beacon of light to the forgotten corners of Uganda.
His footsteps are not guided by fame, fortune, or applause, but by a relentless love and obedience to the voice of the Most High. For years, he and his dedicated mission team have journeyed into the unknown—roads unpaved, territories unmarked, and lives unreached including visiting the forgotten prisons.
It was to this forgotten corner of Uganda that Brother Dan and his sacred mission team felt the unmistakable calling. Compelled by a qodesh urgency and burdened with deep compassion, they set out—not for gain or recognition, but to pour themselves out as vessels of love. Their journey was not one of ease or convenience. It was marked by long travel, unpredictable waters, and the weight of physical and spiritual burdens. Yet, none of these could overshadow the fire of purpose burning in their hearts.
Their mission is a living testimony to the words of Mashiach: “Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of Mine, you did for Me.” Brother Dan’s ministry does not take place in comfort or convenience. It happens in the dusty villages, on faraway islands, in the prisons where belief flickers faintly, and among the orphans and widows who feel invisible to the world. He goes to the broken, the cast aside, and the desperately poor—not out of obligation, but from a sacred calling birthed in his heart by YHWH Himself.
Carrying not just clothing, shoes, and basic necessities, but also something far more valuable—the HalleluYah Scriptures and other books including the Childrens Books —they came bearing the very breath of YHWH in written form. These were no ordinary books. Each copy of the Restored Name HalleluYah Scriptures represented a lifeline, a beacon of eternal truth, freely given to those who had never owned or even seen a Bible before. For the people of Buvuma, many of whom had endured generations of poverty, isolation, and spiritual darkness, the arrival of this team was nothing short of miraculous.
As Brother Dan and the team stepped foot on the Island, they were met not with fanfare or comfort, but with sincerity—eyes wide with curiosity, hearts ready to receive, and arms outstretched in gratitude. The children ran barefoot to greet them, their smiles untainted by the world’s harshness.
Mothers held back tears of joy as they received essentials for their families. Elderly men and women wept openly when handed their very first copy of the Word of YHWH. These were not just pages—they were promises. They were truth, healing, and life.
Each distribution was accompanied by prayer, love, and the testimony of salvation. In makeshift gathering places—under trees, in mud-walled buildings, and open courtyards—the team shared about the love of YHWH, about Ha’Mashiach, and about the power of Scripture to change lives. Many had questions. Many wanted to know more.
And in those sacred moments, the Ruach ha’Qodesh moved mightily. Some wept in repentance. Others lifted their hands in praise. Hearts were softened. Chains were broken.
What made this mission extraordinary was not just the physical aid or even the generous supply of HalleluYah Scriptures—it was the spirit in which it was given. Every step taken, every item distributed, and every Word read was bathed in prayer and guided by the Ruach of the Most High. Brother Dan and his team did not come as strangers or tourists; they came as family. They came with the humility of servants and the authority of ambassadors of the Kingdom.
The team themselves lived sacrificially—often sleeping on floors, eating simple meals, and enduring heat, mosquitoes, and rough conditions without complaint. Their joy was not in comfort, but in seeing lives touched and transformed. And for them, every tear of joy, every hug from a grateful child, and every whispered prayer of thanks was a reward greater than gold.
We have had the incredible honor to walk alongside Brother Dan for many years. His unwavering commitment, gentle spirit, and unshakable belief in YHWH continue to stir our hearts deeply. His work stands as a living witness to the power of one life fully surrendered to the will of the Father. Through him, and through the team of believers who support and walk beside him, YHWH’s love is made tangible—reaching those who had long forgotten what love even feels like.
Just recently, Brother Dan shared a deeply moving update with our beloved sister Annie, a vital and much-loved member of our wider mission family. The message he brought was not just news—it was a cry of joy, a triumph of light over darkness. It was a praise report from a place that, until now, had never heard the true Name of the Father or held a copy of the Restored Name HalleluYah Scriptures.
The journey to Buvuma is not an easy one. It requires grit, prayer, and the kind of trust that walks blindly yet boldly, knowing YHWH goes ahead. But Brother Dan and his team were not deterred. In their hearts burned a fire—a certainty that lives were waiting to be touched, that hearts were thirsting for truth, and that this was an appointed moment from Shamayim.
“For YHWH shall comfort Tsiyon, He shall comfort all her waste places. For He makes her wilderness like Ĕḏen, and her desert like the garden of YHWH. Joy and gladness are found in it, thanksgiving and the voice of song. “Listen to Me, My people, and give ear to Me, O My nation, for the Torah goes forth from Me, and My Right-Ruling I place as a light to peoples.” – Isaiah/Yeshayahu 51: 3-4
Boxes of HalleluYah Scriptures were shared—each one filled to the brim with HalleluYah Scriptures, Children’s books, and other vital resources. These were not mere books. They were lifelines—seeds of eternity wrapped in paper and ink, destined to bloom in hearts hungry for YHWH.
Every copy was provided through the love and sacrifice of believers around the world—men, women, and even children who gave selflessly so that others can have the honor of having the Father’s Love Lettter. These donations were more than generous offerings—they were sacred acts of worship, echoing the heart of YHWH who freely gave His Word and never charged a price.
As the mission boat approached the island, the team prayed with urgency. They knew this was qodesh ground—not because of the soil beneath their feet, but because of what YHWH was about to do. The Islanders, unaware of the life-changing cargo headed their way, continued their daily struggles in silence. Many had never seen a Bible in their entire lives. Most had only heard fragments of truth—filtered through man-made religion, cultural traditions, or total spiritual famine.
When Brother Dan and his team arrived, what awaited them was nothing short of miraculous. The people gathered with curiosity and cautious belief. They had heard that a group had come to speak of the Most High, and to give something—freely, with no demand for money, service, or favor. As the boxes were opened and the first HalleluYah Scriptures were handed out, the atmosphere changed. Eyes widened. Tears fell. Hearts that had been dry for years were suddenly watered with living belief. These people are believers who have never had His Word before.
They wept. Men and women alike cradled the HalleluYah Scriptures as though holding a newborn child. Children danced with joy as they received books written just for them—telling them of YHWH’s love in words they could understand. A hush fell upon the crowd as Brother Dan began to speak the Father’s Name, to explain the truth of salvation, and to invite them into a relationship with the Creator who had never forgotten them.
One elderly woman clutched her copy of the HalleluYah Scriptures tightly to her chest and said through tears, “I have prayed for this day for many years. I thought I would die without ever seeing the true Word.” A young boy ran to show his friends the children’s book he had just received, pointing excitedly at the pictures and words. A local leader asked in awe, “How can this be free?” And the answer came gently, “Because it was given to us freely by YHWH, and so we give it freely to you.”
That day marked a spiritual milestone for Buvuma Island. The seed of YHWH’s Word was planted deep, and already, the fruit of that labor is beginning to sprout. Also new fellowships were born—one that gathers regularly to read, pray, and grow together in truth. What was once a place of silence and spiritual barrenness is now echoing with praise and the restored Names of the Father and Son.
Brother Dan’s journey to Buvuma Island was not a one-time event—it was part of a long and trustworthy legacy of obedience. He has faced dangers, hardships, and exhaustion that few can imagine. Yet he continues, never turning back, because he knows the worth of one life is beyond measure in YHWH’s eyes. Every mission trip is a step in truth. Every village visited is a victory in the Kingdom. Every Bible delivered is a declaration that darkness has not won.
It was the first time in their life they had ever read the Words of the Creator with Restored Names. For many children, the colorful and beautifully illustrated books were a gentle introduction to the truth, filled with belief, joy, and the pure message of salvation through YHWH and His Ben.
The team witnessed scenes of spiritual revival unlike anything they had seen before. Men and women knelt in the dirt, tears falling as they flipped through the pages of the HalleluYah Scriptures. Young teenagers hugged their Bibles, their faces glowing with the kind of happiness that no worldly treasure can provide. Mothers clutched both their infants and their Bibles, whispering prayers of thanks. It was truly a moment of Shamayim touching land.
The mission journey led by Brother Dan and his dedicated team did not end with the distribution of spiritual nourishment through the HalleluYah Scriptures. Rather, it was just the beginning of a multi-faceted outreach rooted deeply in compassion and care for the whole person—spirit, mind, and body. For the team, it was never enough to simply speak about love—they came to demonstrate it in tangible, life-changing ways.
Accompanying the Word of YHWH were bundles of basic supplies: clean clothing, essential food items, and daily necessities for those who had long lived without. The team brought these gifts into some of the most impoverished areas—places often overlooked by society—where families survive from day to day with little to no resources, and where belief has been eroded by years of hardship.
Among the most heartbreaking sights were the children—many of them orphans—dressed in rags so worn that they barely clung to their fragile bodies. Some wore garments riddled with holes, others had gone months without a change of clothes. These little ones knew suffering far too intimately for their age, their eyes reflecting the weight of a life they never asked for. But as Brother Dan and his team began to unpack gently-used clothing, the atmosphere shifted dramatically.
“I praise You among the peoples, O YHWH; I sing to You among the nations.For Your kindness is great up to the shamayim, And Your truth unto the clouds. Be exalted above the shamayim, O Elohim; Let Your esteem be above all the earth” Psalms/Tehillim 57:9-11
What had once been a heavy, somber gathering transformed into one of joy and celebration. Children’s eyes lit up with astonishment as they were handed clean dresses, warm shirts, or sturdy pants. Laughter bubbled up like a long-lost song returning to the heart. Little girls spun around in their new dresses, their faces radiating unconscionable joy, while young boys clutched their new shirts or trousers as though they had been given treasures from shamayim.
These were not just clothes—they were symbols of dignity, care, and love. For some, it was the very first time they had worn something not passed down in tatters. The emotional response was overwhelming, both for the recipients and the givers. There were tears—tears of gratitude, tears of healing, and tears of belief being reborn in hearts that had nearly forgotten how to dream.
And then came the shoes.
In many of the remote areas Brother Dan visited, children and adults alike had only known the feel of bare land beneath their feet. They walked miles to fetch water, go to school, or gather food—unprotected from thorns, sharp stones, and the blistering sun. Shoes were a luxury most had never owned.
But on this mission, pairs of shoes—some new, others lovingly pre-worn—were fitted onto feet calloused by years of exposure. The smiles that spread across their faces told stories words could never fully capture. There was no pride or vanity in these moments—only pure, childlike joy and a deep sense of being seen and valued.
Even the smallest tokens—items often taken for granted elsewhere—were received with the utmost appreciation. Bars of soap, toothbrushes, pencils, sharpeners, and notebooks were met with wide eyes and heartfelt thanks.
A simple notebook, for instance, could mean the chance for a child to return to school. A pencil could open the door to literacy. A bar of soap could restore cleanliness and health. These items, though modest in cost, carried immeasurable weight in the lives of those who received them.
Every smile, every “thank you,” and every tear bore witness to a powerful truth: love in action has the ability to heal, to uplift, and to transform. Brother Dan and his team did not merely come as visitors or tourists—they came as vessels of YHWH’s compassion, responding to a sacred call to serve the least among us. And in so doing, they restored more than just outer appearances—they restored dignity, rekindled belief, and rekindled the belief that no one is forgotten by the Father in Shamayim.
This mission was not about charity—it was about justice, joy, and walking humbly with YHWH. It was about reaching those who had been passed over by the world and reminding them that they matter, that they are loved, and that they too are part of YHWH’s plan. For every piece of clothing distributed, for every bite of food given, and for every Scripture handed out—there was a silent chorus rising up to the shamayim: “Toda Rabah, YHWH. Thank You for remembering us.” And so, the mission continues—one gift, one step, and one life at a time.
The mission to Buvuma Island was nothing short of extraordinary—a powerful testimony to what can happen when hearts are moved by compassion and believers unite in love and purpose. It was a journey carved out not just by boats and feet, but by belief, prayer, and the unwavering support of those who long to see YHWH’s Word reach the furthest corners of the world.
As Brother Dan and his amazing team stepped onto the shores of Buvuma, they were met not by luxury or comfort, but by hearts hungry for truth—families longing for belief, elders who had never heard the true Names, children whose lives had never been touched by the light of Scripture. The team had come with arms full of gifts—HalleluYah Scriptures, children’s materials, educational supplies, food, clothing, and most importantly, the message of salvation through Him. What they witnessed in return was a flood of gratitude, joy, and awe.
Tears flowed freely as hands clutched the HalleluYah Scriptures for the very first time. Smiles lit up the faces of children who had never owned even a single book. Songs of praise erupted from fellowships that had long prayed for such a moment. And yet, amid the joy and thankfulness, a deeper reality came into sharp focus—a realization that pierced the heart of the mission team and stirred an even greater urgency.
Buvuma is only one island. One voice among 52 inhabited islands scattered across the archipelago of Lake Victoria. Each island is home to precious lives—men, women, children, students, orphans, elders, and entire communities who, just like Buvuma, have lived without access to the Father’s Word. Many have never held a Bible. Most have never heard the sacred Name of YHWH. And multitudes have no idea that salvation is freely offered through the Messiah.
The fellowship leaders on Buvuma, deeply moved and full of spiritual vision, gathered with the team before their departure. With tears and heartfelt urgency, they made a humble but passionate plea. “Please,” one elder whispered, holding his copy of the HalleluYah Scriptures close to his chest, “take this gift to our brothers and sisters across the waters. They need to hear. They need to know. They are waiting.”
These words echoed long after the boats departed, leaving an impression far deeper than any footprint in the sand. How can we ignore such a cry? How can we hear such a plea and not respond with action and love?
The truth is, the mission to Buvuma was made possible only because of you—trustworthy believers who gave generously, prayed fervently, and stood alongside this work. Every single copy of the HalleluYah Scriptures distributed on that island was the result of your obedience to YHWH’s call. Every tear of thanksgiving shed by the people was a response to a gift that came from someone who cared enough to give. Every smile, every song of praise, every heart turned toward YHWH was tied to a donor who said, “Yes, I will help.”
“And this Good News of the reign shall be proclaimed in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end shall come..” – Matthew/Mattithyahu 24:14
This mission was not merely about one island or one outreach. It was the beginning of something much greater. It was a seed sown into fertile ground—one that is already bearing fruit. What happened on Buvuma is part of a much larger movement, a sacred wave of restoration and truth that is sweeping across Uganda and beyond.
Brother Dan and his team are not finished. Far from it. They stand ready, prayerful, and equipped—eager to go wherever YHWH opens the door. The opportunity is vast. The need is overwhelming. But the hearts are ready. The people are waiting. The Ruach is moving.
What we witnessed on Buvuma is only a glimpse of what YHWH desires to do across all 52 islands—and throughout the African continent. We have been given the privilege to be part of this unfolding miracle. But we cannot do it alone. Just as Moses needed Aaron and Hur to hold up his arms during the battle, so too does this mission need hands of support—those who will stand in the gap, who will pray, who will give, and who will carry the vision forward.
The road ahead is filled with opportunity. Imagine the joy of a child on another island receiving their first Scripture. Picture an elder praising YHWH with hands lifted high, proclaiming His true Name for the first time. Envision fellowships springing up in places where none existed before—all because someone chose to give.
Let us not grow weary in doing good. Let us press forward, answering the cries of those who wait on distant shores. Let us, together, bring the life-changing Word of YHWH to every island, every heart, every life that yearns for belief.
This is not just a mission—it is a movement. A movement of love, of truth, and of eternal impact. And it continues with you.
The story of Buvuma Island is not just about one mission trip—it is a testimony of what happens when the people of YHWH obey His call and bring light into places that the world has forgotten. It is a reminder that no place is too remote, no life too lost, and no life too insignificant for the love of our Father in Shamayim.
Through the trustworthy efforts of Brother Dan and his team, and through the generous donors who made it possible, Buvuma Island now echoes with the Names of YHWH and His Ben. A spark has been lit in hearts that once sat in spiritual silence, and that spark will not go out.
We who partner with Brother Dan do so with hearts full of thanksgiving. To witness even a glimpse of what YHWH is doing through him and his team is to be reminded of why this mission matters. It is not about numbers or names. It is about eternal change. It is about lifting the forgotten and reminding them that they are seen, loved, and chosen.
To those who have donated so that others may receive these sacred HalleluYah Scriptures—we thank you. You are part of something much larger than you know. Your gifts have reached an island where people now call upon the Name of YHWH in truth. Your generosity has caused widows to rejoice, orphans to smile, and entire families to be transformed.
Let us continue, with boldness, compassion, and unwavering trust in YHWH, knowing that His Word will go forth until every corner of the world has heard—and every heart has the opportunity to bow in awe before His Name. May YHWH barak you abundantly.
We have a new project called Operation Container For Africa – Your support is needed to help this country, Uganda, Sudan, Congo and a number of other countries surrounding Uganda. Please consider helping. There is a mission trip happening in Sept 2025 to visit 12 more Islands to share the HalleluYah Scriptures and help with clothing, shoes, blankets and other basic needs.
With deep compassion and love,
The HalleluYah Scriptures Team
