Until The Mission Is Complete
David’s face was etched with hints of the thirty one years on the mission field but he carried it with such grace I marveled at how much he still resembled the youthful photographs I had discovered back in our home office in Illinois tucked away in an old shoebox with a note that simply read—remember.
Losing One’s Life Is Not So Simple
It’s Friday night, March 8th and I’m tucked away in my small boat cabin, shared with two other ministry partners who are hard at work in the sweltering heat of the Bolivia Amazon Tributaries.
There is one fan blowing down on me, and I am in deep gratitude for the air circulating around me
This fan will only last until 10pm when the boat generator shuts down and all goes silent and still. At that moment I’ll let out a complaint in the form of a childish groan.
Nothing could have prepared me for
Those Someones
Two Americans one Panamanian, one Caribean and one Bolivian. I sat at my computer looking at their donations and nicknamed them the Fab Five.
Hijacked By A Missionary
”When one of your missionary newsletters pops up in my inbox I feel like I’ve been hijacked.” He said it offhandedly and it drove me a little nuts throughout the years…until I opened Stacy’s email and felt the metphoric gun to my chest.
I Am Not a Missionary
I shouldn’t be this easily disturbed by missionary stories….after all, I once was one.
Who Could Write A Story Like That?
You’ll discover him in wild, overgrown places in the jungles and dangerous areas of the cities overgrown with refugee camps— He’s there, taking care of feet. The lovely feet of those who bring good news (Romans 10:15) are helping the hurting feet of the people on our globe who are forgotten in many aspects. The problem is David is most of the time, a
He Keeps coming Back
Scooby kind of bugs me. He’s shifty, and I don’t really trust him. He doesn’t make eye contact with me. He will grunt a word at me…if he has to. If I run into him on the streets hanging with with people we serve frequently, he stands off to the side and watches me out of the corner of his eye. If I’m honest, I don’t really LIKE Scooby.
He showed up to church again on Sunday.
A Good Friday Indeed
My husband Troy and I were struck speechless on the drive home from Helmar that night. What we had experienced was so tender. That church had embraced us as if we were their own. They listened to our story. They laughed with us, encouraged, asked good questions and in the end one farmer in the congregation took off his hat and
Finish The Race
He had a plan for Jeremiah before he was born. Then He promised to be with him as he went to do what God had planned for him. Do you think it is any different for you?
Holy Spaces
When people hear about the work I do they imagine that I’m carrying heavy stories of trauma and hearing a lot of pain. But actually I rarely have deep conversations with the kids. And except for bits and pieces I don’t hear the details of their trauma Instead the
Here We Go Again
Can you remember the first time you got on a plane? the sensation of being in the air? Knowing that you are safe, but the adrenaline and nerves of knowing that you are flying! I remember the first time I got on a plane, it was so exciting but at the same time I was very scared. I suppose that
Observations From a Future Linguist | Ghana
And there is still much to do. Just yesterday, here in Tuna, while recording for the Birifor language, the pastors were struggling while we recorded the Old Testament Bible stories, but were breezing through the New Testament stories. They explained to us that they have New Testament in Birifor already, but the Old Testament had not yet been translated, so they had to
The Work of Church Planting
The following is written by a CCWM Ministry Leader whom we will call Jen. Her identity and country of service is hidden in order to protect her family. They are church planters in a closed to the Gospel nation.
A living God, Calls Us
Consequently, I must count on His guidance, His protection, provisions, and His very real comfort in loneliness and difficulties. It’s super-natural...And many times, I’m not even aware of that any more… Until I share stories with you, supporters and donors; the faithful who stay behind with the “luggage” of the Lord’s ‘frontline soldiers’… and who share in the blessing!
Two Hours At The Tail End
Shanna took a gentle breath in, a small sigh. “Yes…it’s true. All of that is true, and I would have little argument against that one except…
That is all.
How would I filter a candidate who was telling me, he had felt called to be a “preacher” just a few days after he became a Christian? Would I smile patiently, understanding his new found passion, wondering how long it would last? Would I advise him to take a few years to learn the Word of God before he applied again?
Probably.
The Art Of Being
Here I was trained with a master’s degree in counseling yet in that moment felt quite helpless.
All I could do was be with her.
I held her and cried with her.
I empathized with her saying, “You’re right. It’s so difficult.”
Witnesses To The Work of God
For my whole life I have shuddered at the tales of sex trafficking. I used to cover my ears and leave the room when someone would retell a horror story they heard about a girl being stolen and forced into prostitution. Now I find myself in the middle of it all - and I am strong and brave.
The change of heart came when God called me to the streets of Tijuana and said,
What If Elijah Came To Dinner?
Staring at this powerful woman of God who sat around my campfire the most random though came to me…..
What if Elijah came to dinner?
Just A Bunch Of Kids…
It’s Friday and I’m wrapping up my office work, but a big yellow envelope marked “G” in green pen keeps catching my eye.
About an hour ago it was dropped off at the CCWM headquarters for deposit. When our Office Administrator, Jane opened the envelope she simply stated, “whoa”.
It was full of …