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
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
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.
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 …
In the Shadows
“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.”
Lie #7
“We’re Getting Married!” These three words should bring joy. However, as a missions mobilizer, these are the three words that have killed the mission more times than I care to acknowledge. The announcement is usually followed up by, “We are planning to go to the mission field together one day.” I wish that were true. I really do. But I’ve been at this for long enough to know…
Lie #3
The phone rang only minutes before midnight. Even though we were sitting right there waiting for this important call, my husband Troy and I allowed another ring before answering, an attempt to not appear as desperate as we felt. I went to reach for it and felt my stomach turn on second thought. What if it was the news we would rather not hear? What if the decision to send our family overseas had been a firm no?
“Hello.” Troy answered