One Sunday late in November 2016, a tall, thin man ducked through the doorway of the gathering of Bible Mission Church. It was his first time there. It was also his first time in a church, ever.
Ralston and Provia eloped 3 years ago before knowing Christ. They were saved through the outreach of ISM students and joined Bible Mission Church on ISM’s campus. They matured spiritually and…
Could that church feasibly expect to attract attendees from outside the faith? Other faiths?
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Why a church would even meet where pigs used to live.
3 keys to the growth of the “piggery” church.
The amazing growth rate of this unconventional church.
What led to one woman’s incredible change of heart.
Tucked into the twists and turns of its more than 2000 miles of shoreline, is the slice of land owned by ITMI’s International School of Missions (ISM). Its existence is a result of the blood, sweat and tears of ITMI’s Muhindo Kawede combined with the generosity of ITMI supporters.
What does ITMI’s Muhindo Kawede (“Kawede” as he is called by most) do with his “time off” between terms at the International School of Missions? Something you wouldn’t expect.
Without telling her husband, who was an Islamic Sheikh, Sarah attended the gathering of a local Ugandan church. After a year or so of hostility and abuse, her husband eventually…
We couldn’t do what we do without you, our supporters. This is just one small way we can say, “Thank you!” Now, you can enjoy the photography of Steve Evers on your computer everyday! Each month, we’ll feature one beautiful photo from Steve with a convenient calendar of that month for you to set as your desktop photo.
Christmas is a time of year when many who would otherwise be uninterested in things of God are more receptive to His message. So whatever their resources, ITMI partners are often found creatively designing ways to reach people around them this time of year. The result?
It seems like someone who had “seen absolutely everything” as a daily taxi conductor, absolutely didn’t know what to do. He had probably never seen this done before – especially from a “white” stranger. The other passengers watched the “white guy” anyway, but now they turned their eyes to my exchange with the conductor with intensity and interest.
I would ask my mother, “Why are you drinking?” Her answer, “I drink so that I can forget what I have gone through all the years was a slave.”