What do you think of when you hear the name Russia? The images that are created in your mind depend on how old you are, how much news you watch, and where you were born.
It was still morning, but the Bangalore sun’s intense rays were already zapping the life out of everything in its path. The humid air weighed a thousand pounds. Taru has suffered from debilitating headaches all her life. The issue seemed temperature-related. Nonetheless…
Vicky’s home isn’t like anything we’re used to seeing. Physically, its uniquely South Sudanese. These 8 improvements will illuminate life in South Sudan. But it isn’t just the physical differences between living in South Sudan and other parts of the world that make this home a special place.
I had to stop short when I read it. “If God can turn night into day, He can turn your burden into a blessing.”
“Are you sure…can it happen?” I had just asked Piotr Zaremba to go for a ride with me…a very long ride. After checking with the airline, Krystyna (Piotr’s wife) and his leadership team in Poland…
After three long days of labor, Laizah was experiencing complications and still had not given birth. The doctor ordered a C-section procedure. “If you don’t have money, they usually use student doctors or nurses to do the operation,” her husband, Cozmore, explains.
“After you spoke…everything has changed in my life,” wrote one South Sudanese man, a believer who had lived in a family feud with his sister for 8 years. Their angst toward one another had grown so bitter and strong that…
Your “inside” look at recent ministry in South Sudan and what’s ahead for ITMI next month, straight from Steve.
It dawned as normal as a morning can be for Americans visiting Juba, South Sudan. But it turned out to be a day we’ll never forget.ITMI’s Kent Reisenauer and I waited in our hotel’s small restaurant. Vicky Waraka, our long-time South Sudanese partner, was late for our breakfast meeting.
It was a tranquil Sunday morning. The town of Kampala, Uganda had not yet awakened. The tropical birds and insects, filled the air with clatter and squeaking as they searched for their breakfast. I enjoyed the calming effects of distant, traditional whole-choir numbers from an open-air Catholic parish even as they competed with faint chants from a nearer Muslim mosque. The tranquility of the morning would be long-gone later that afternoon.