When Culture Shock Makes You Cuss
It was summer 2008, and I was the only female in my language class. It was my turn to say a simple past-tense sentence, and I had once again managed
It was summer 2008, and I was the only female in my language class. It was my turn to say a simple past-tense sentence, and I had once again managed
A hand reaches out. I can see it coming, and I wince and turn away. I resist. It feels like it’s asking me for more, and I don’t have any more
We were on our way home from church and stopped at a petrol station. We fished around for cash; credit cards weren’t an option in our host
by Tamie Davis When asked about the value of African theology for Western Christians, the late Ghanaian theologian Kwame Bediako said, “Well,
by Katherine Seat “Aren’t you scared while your husband is away?” “I’ll lock the door at night, and the windows have bars on
My parents had their life all mapped out, and then their baby was born with chromosomal abnormalities and died at home, surrounded by tubes and
by Rahma Old Testament prophets were often called to do ridiculous things. Cook food using human waste as fuel. Shave their heads and let the wind
My favourite thing about Christmas has always been the name Immanuel, and what it really means. To have an omnipotent creator God who saw that the
Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place
by Krista Besselman Author’s Note: I wrote this poem for my 2020 Christmas newsletter. This year it feels like people need it even more. When the
As Advent begins, I think about my current cross-cultural work of loving refugees from all over the world. I think about you loving the peoples and
by Katherine Seat Streams of uniformed children walked into school, trampling on the scattered grey snow. As I watched from my window, I couldn’t
by Katherine Seat Streams of uniformed children walked into school, trampling on the scattered grey snow. As I watched from my window, I couldn’t
During my first year on the mission field — twenty years ago now — I read Elisabeth Elliot’s only novel, No Graven Image. I immediately
by Ann Bowman For every missionary who takes up their cross and follows Christ to the ends of the earth, there are parents and family members whose