”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 shouldn’t be this easily disturbed by missionary stories….after all, I once was one.

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

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.

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

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?

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

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

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 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.

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!

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…

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.

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.”

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,

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?

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 …

We are still working out the details, but we are thinking the wedding will be sometime between late summer and early fall. In some ways, it feels like we are starting our relationship from scratch as we have both grown and changed much in the past four years. And yet,

“What a gift it is to be a reflection of the light of Jesus and get to walk into these dark places knowing that where the light enters, the darkness must flee.”

Are our overseas workers safe?" Is an oft-asked question. Worker safety is of prime importance. Yet if safety is the primary issue for families, churches, and agencies, then there is only one thing to do…..