Embassy of the Kingdom
Embassy of the Kingdom
One King · One Kingdom · His Church United
Representing
the King
Connecting His Church. Advancing His Kingdom.
We connect and promote Christian churches, ministries, missionaries and servants of Jesus Christ — across cities and nations.
Embassy of the Kingdom is a Christian ministry based in Miami, Florida. We represent King Jesus and advance the interests of His Kingdom on earth — through worship, teaching, discipleship, and global outreach, carrying the culture of Heaven into one of the most global cities on earth.
We are not here to compete with churches, to replace the local church, or to build one ministry at the expense of another. The Embassy exists to honour, connect, equip and promote Christian churches, ministries, missionaries and servants who faithfully proclaim Jesus Christ.
One King. One Kingdom.
Many churches and ministries working together.
Miami is a city of nations. People arrive here from Latin America, the Caribbean, Europe and every corner of the United States, carrying their languages, their histories and their hunger for something real. An embassy exists for people exactly like this: far from home, needing a place that still speaks the language of the country they belong to.
That is what we are building — not a religious institution, but an outpost of Heaven in South Florida. A place where the Gospel is taught without apology, where worship is a way of life rather than an event, and where believers are formed as sons and daughters instead of kept as spectators.
This ministry is young, and that is deliberate. We are gathering people first: believers, seekers, families, and those who walked away from church years ago but never stopped believing there is more. If that describes you, you are already part of the reason the Embassy exists.
Bible study — every Wednesday, 7:00 – 8:30 PM
Miami, Florida — write to us for the address
You are welcome here.
Planning to come? Send us a message and we will reply with the address and meet you there.
An embassy is a piece of one nation standing inside another. Its ground belongs to the country that sent it. Its laws are the laws of home. The people inside are protected not by where they stand, but by whom they represent. Scripture gives believers exactly that status: ambassadors for Christ, sent into a world that is not our home, carrying the authority of the King who sent us.
An ambassador is never abandoned in a foreign country. He is placed there on purpose, supplied by his King, and expected to represent Him well. Wherever life has put you — that is your post, not your punishment.
Religion produces servants who work for approval. The Gospel produces sons and daughters who already have it. We disciple people into identity first, because everything else grows out of knowing whose you are.
An embassy does not adopt the customs of the land it stands in; it carries the culture of home into it. We are not here to blend into Miami. We are here to bring Heaven’s culture — honour, mercy, holiness and joy — into it.
An embassy does not exist for itself — it serves everyone who belongs to the Kingdom it represents. That is why the Embassy honours, connects, equips and promotes Christian churches, ministries, missionaries and events that faithfully proclaim Jesus Christ. Four doors, one Kingdom:
New to Miami, or new to faith? Tell us your city and language, and we will personally connect you with a healthy local church that preaches Christ.
Ask us →Churches, ministries, missions and events we know and trust — presented by city, language and calling. The directory is being built right now.
Be part of it →Do you lead a church, a ministry or a mission? Submit it below and we will present it and send people your way — free of charge.
Submit it →Prayer, hands, skills or hospitality — tell us how you want to serve, and we will match you with a church or ministry that needs exactly that.
I want to serve →We list churches and ministries that agree with the essentials of the Christian faith stated below, act with integrity, and keep people safe. Being listed is free — it is an honour, not a transaction.
An ambassador does not speak for himself. He carries the voice, the authority, and the heart of the Kingdom that sent him — and on foreign soil, his very presence becomes the embassy. This is the call: to stand in Miami as Heaven’s representatives, and to bring others home.
Arkadius Bizak & Dr. Lana BizakAmbassador · Licensed Minister
Together since 1994
The cross at the center of all we are and do.
Lives surrendered to God in spirit and truth.
Scripture as the living foundation of the Embassy.
A family that belongs to one another in Christ.
Carrying the Gospel to Miami and the nations.
One King, one Kingdom, advancing in the earth.
“A good name is more desirable than great riches.”Proverbs 22:1
Ready to say yes to the King?
Read the sinner's prayer, word for word. Pray it honestly — and sign your name under it.
Every gift helps us build community, reach people, and expand the mission — in Miami and across the nations.
We are completing our registration in the State of Florida, so we do not receive donations yet. If you want to stand with this mission, write to us — we will let you know the moment it is possible.
Partner with UsA diamond trader and pastor reads God’s covenant the way he reads a contract — clause by clause, counterparty first. The human deal is 50/50. The devil’s deal is 10/90. The deal with God is 90/10 — and the ninety is yours.
Faith is the currency. Obedience is the agreement.
Blessings are the result.
The worst deal of my life came with paperwork.
It was Antwerp. Belgium — the diamond capital of the world, where more rough stone passes through one square mile than anywhere on earth. I was young in the trade. Hungry. I had scraped together twenty thousand euros, and it was not only mine. Some of it was my sons’. It was every euro our family had.
The jeweler was smooth. Certificates on the desk, letterhead, seals. Natural diamonds, he told me. I did not just take his word — I asked him again. And again. Are these natural? Each time he looked me in the eye and swore they were. He handed me the papers to prove it. Natural. Certified. Signed.
I bought. All of it. Everything we had.
The stones were synthetic.
Lab-grown. Worth a fraction of what I paid. The certificates were paper. The seals meant nothing, because the man behind them meant nothing. When it came out, I did not curse. I cried. I had not just lost money — I had lost my sons’ money, and I had failed the people I was supposed to protect.
Here is what that day taught me, and it cost me twenty thousand euros to learn it:
A certificate is only worth the counterparty standing behind it.
I tell you this before we go one step further into God’s offer, because I am asking you to do with Him exactly what I failed to do in Antwerp. Check the counterparty.
The rest of the story — the drive back to Antwerp with my sons, and what happened in that showroom — is in Chapter One.
Three deals sit on the table. The human deal is fifty-fifty — you keep half and guard it alone. The devil’s deal is ten-ninety — he shows you ten and quietly takes ninety. The deal with God is ninety-ten — and the ninety is yours.
It was early in my walk, back when my tithe started at one dollar and grew month by month as I learned to trust the deal. One day I earned some real money — good money, for me, at that time. So I did what a responsible man does. I filled my tank. I paid my bills. I bought myself something. And there were still a few banknotes left over, folded in my pocket.
I went to church that day full of gratitude. God, how can I thank You? You let me earn, I paid for everything I needed, and I still have money in my pocket. Your deal really works.
And into the middle of my thank-you, I heard the voice.
What is left in your pocket is not yours. That is exactly My part.
Right then, as if God had timed it, they began passing the collection basket. I did not come from money. I came from the poorest family in my town. And here I was, being asked to drop the last cash I owned into a basket and walk out with empty hands again.
I reached into my pocket. I took out the whole wad. And I put all of it in.
Then I dropped to my knees and I wept, because this was not a light thing — it was the poorest boy in town giving away his last money on purpose. And the voice came back one more time: I saw what you just did. And because you gave it, I am going to bless you in a way you could not even dream.
Faith is the currency. Obedience is the signature.
Count that day again. I earned the money. Before I ever knelt at that basket, the ninety had already blessed me — a full tank, every bill paid, something for myself. God only ever asked for the ten still folded in my pocket, the part that was His the whole time. The tithe will always ask you for the exact part you are most afraid to let go of, because that fear is the test. If it were easy it would not be faith; it would just be spare change.
What came back — and how long it took — is in Chapter Eleven.
Some questions never get asked out loud in church. We answer them here — plainly, from Scripture, without pretending the question was never asked.
The things people ask most often — answered plainly.
Do you lead a church, a ministry, a mission or a Christian event? Tell us about it. We will review it personally, present it, and point people your way — free of charge. One King, one Kingdom: we grow when you grow.
Tell us where you are. We'll reach out with next steps, gatherings, and ways to belong.