“Lord, I know you are telling us to share you with the people in my village. But they are Muslims. I don’t know how to talk to them. We want to obey, please help us!” This was the prayer of a small, simple village church in rural India. They knew the Lord was telling them to share the Good News with their friends and neighbors. They really wanted to obey. But they were overwhelmed and afraid.
What struck me in this particular slum – where at least 30% of the residents are refugees from Kawede’s homeland – was that the people live in such filthy conditions, it’s hard to describe.
One young polish pastor saw this deep need. The Lord called him to “translate the Bible for revival.” But as a young pastor in a post-communist economy, he simply didn’t have the resources to do what needed to be done. There were no organizations of Bible scholars who could tackle this task. Anyone with the qualifications was buried by trying to make ends meet as teachers or pastors. And that might have been the end of the story if not for…
Enjoy the enthusiasm of Richard and Brooke Nungesser as they share an endless stream of stories of the amazing things God is doing through Bread of Life.
“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.
Ashley and her husband, Timothy, minister in Zambia, discipling leaders in remote villages and equipping local police precincts to understand the Bible and make daily decisions from a Biblical perspective. After living and raising kids in Zambia, Ashley brings a unique perspective to the table.
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.
He was just five when tragedy struck his family. They lived in rural Romania, where many work their fingers to the bone to eek out a living for their families. When Marius’ mother passed away, his father, an alcoholic, couldn’t care for Marius and his two sisters.