“Something funny happened as we waited for our departure plane in Phoenix,” Steve says. It was 10pm on a Tuesday night. We were waiting to board our plane in the crowded waiting area. Other than the normal amount of TSA security-induced tension in the room, it was a fairly subdued crowd.
As Dora watched the boys yelling and throwing stones, she wondered what kind of snake they were trying to kill. She decided she had better go make sure it wasn’t a big one that would end up biting them or a spitting cobra that could injure their eyes. As she approached she heard…
He saw something out his window that compelled him to pull over and stop. Cozmore was driving home from another town to his city, Durbanville. What he saw was actually something you see often in South Africa, but still, Cozmore delayed his return home to alight his vehicle and get closer.
It was a text you wouldn’t want to receive. The photos that came with it provided visual confirmation of the news.
At the end of March, a young couple from Arizona did something many wouldn’t. Especially not with four school-aged kids. Jonny and Carrie Dekkers sold most of their possessions, rented out their home in Arizona and traveled to Zambia, where they plan to stay in a rustic abode, hours from any real grocery stores for six months. Last weekend, Jonny shared this story that demonstrates some of the challenges of working in this area and what the Lord taught him and his family.
“We spent this past weekend officiating a funeral, which is normal for our ministry team to do once – sometimes twice each month. It has even happened, a few times, where there’s two in one weekend.”
January was an exciting month at Word of Life Church in Juba, South Sudan!
The call took almost an hour. Fifty-six minutes to be exact. Taru had headed to the bank for the fairly normal task of withdrawing the funds graciously given to help them live and care for women and children of the local Muslim slum. But she was met with something unexpected when she arrived.
The village dashed madly for their huts. They had caught one glimpse of the initial brownish-grey clean-out water spilling from the head of the newly drilled well. Moments later, they returned with the various makeshift containers, ready to collect the contaminated water.
“Uncle, if God loves me, why did He take away my father, my mother and brother from me?”The twelve-year-old boy wasn’t even fighting the tears that spilled from his upturned, searching eyes.