Yonela pressed her fingertips into the corners of her eyes. She ran them across her dark eyebrows and shook her head in fatigue and frustration. From the front of the South African high school classroom, her algebra teacher was explaining a complicated concept in Afrikaans, Yonela’s third language. At home, Yonela speaks Xhosa and English. Yonela was desperately trying…
“Uncle, thank you for my leg.” This is how Mpumelelo thanked me in his broken English. In some African cultures the elderly and infirm, perceived as being worthless to the tribe will be left behind as the nomadic tribe moves on – and they will die of hunger or be eaten by wild animals. But that’s not where this story ends.
“I used to think, ‘All for one and one for all,’ is what village life is all about, right? That the villages are populated by the “noble savage” and lead a connected, unified community life,” says ITMI’s Timothy Keller. But unfortunately, this version of village life may be popular in Hollywood and children’s tales, its simply not what Timothy has found after over a decade of ministry in African villages. “Rural Africa is
There may be “no atheists in foxholes” but there are likely many believing false doctrine in Republic of Burundi military.
One young man arrived on crutches from an injury he suffered in a crocodile attack. Thankfully, he wasn’t alone during the attack. In a vicious fight his friends clung to his upper body and arms while the croc clutched his foot before—praise the Lord—the friends finally won out. Medical staff managed to save his foot and toes.
I want to be one of these boys. I don’t know their names, but I know their actions. They are probably like most any boy who lives in Zimbabwe today. Loves to play football (soccer), gets into mischief, wishes for a chance to go to school, and goes to bed hungry way more than they want and way more than we experience here in the States. I still want to be one of them.
It’s 1:30am. Traveling through the Kafue Game Park in central Zambia, I become aware of the most beautiful lion I have ever seen. Saying that I’m isolated in the middle of the night in the middle of the African bush, is an almost humorous understatement. I’m approaching fast. This beautiful lion is on the outer parameter of my vehicle’s headlamps. Black-maned and still young, this full grown male is unaware or is intentionally ignoring my approach. It is intent on something on the opposite side of the road….
The pastor kept apologizing for his church. He apologized that the floor was only dirt. He apologized that only half the roof was constructed. He invited me to preach to the church leaders but was embarrassed that his church wasn’t completed. Standing before these pastors and missionaries I wanted to give them courage and hope. I wanted to remind them of the essence of their work. I encouraged them with this and I hope it encourages you!
Glen Barkhuizen has a unique mission. Glen is in charge of the garden ministry at Moreson Farm, where my family lived and ministered before God called us to Onseepkans.
This might be a small thing, but it tickled me. I should have known better when ITMI’s Charl van Wyk asked me how many thumb drives we had. Charl doesn’t look at things like most people. He…