It’s not that I haven’t been around dead babies before. This is a refugee camp in North Africa. Babies die every day. Malaria. Malnutrition. Dysentery. Other generic tragedies that make up the backdrop of a life marked by poverty and war. The story is...
It had been a full, busy week. We all had plans for Saturday. Mike needed to finish the sermon about which he’d been pondering and praying all week. William had a lot of loose ends to tie up in the finance office before leaving town for several days. Emily was...
Three decades ago Kyle and Kathy Harris began ministering among a people group deep in the tropical jungle in Papua New Guinea. The Nend people’s contact with the world beyond their territory had been very limited, and they’d been largely untouched by the Gospel....
When I met Jesus, I recognized him right away. I sat there staring into the campfire as we sang, “Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so.” Suddenly my heart leapt in recognition. Me! He loves me! I stared up at the stars...
A whip cracked outside the wood and thatch church building. Children screamed and ran. Adults, packed onto the log bench “pews,” tensed as they turned to look toward the entryway. An old man stormed in, and his angry words tumbled out. My husband and I were still new...