Blankets are commonplace for many of us. We have extras hiding in our closets and attics. They aren’t difficult to come by here in America. But for the impoverished in South Sudan, where inflation drives the price of this “luxury” out of reach for most of the population, a blanket is something they never imagined they could own.
It was a voice I knew very well. The tone and accent were familiar sounds that I had spent a lot of time with. Almost immediately, I was concerned.
Monika Bacik sank into one of the empty swings on the playground. Her young son, Niko, had bounded ahead joyfully when they arrived and was already visiting his favorite equipment. Monika brushed her blonde hair from her face. She needed to think. Just before she’d picked up her son from school, she’d gotten some troubling news.
Last month, we shared about an immediate opportunity to make an impact in the least-reached countries of Pakistan and Bangladesh. We’re pleased to report that…
On the shores of the world’s largest tropical lake, you might expect to find expensive vacation homes and resorts, booming real estate sales as buyers vie for lakefront property, and beaches thriving with tourists. But that isn’t at all what you would find on visiting one of the many remote peninsulas jutting from the North shores of Lake Victoria in Uganda.
Jahim’s mother, Rebecca, was taken captive. She endured years of slavery and abuse before being reunited with her family in an incredible turn of events. It would be tempting to put a neat bow on this story and say they lived happily ever after as a big happy family. To tell you that in response to this miracle, his mother has been happily living with Jahim, serving in his church and has been an active agent for God’s Kingdom in South Sudan. But that wouldn’t be quite accurate. Not yet anyway.
With joy in their hearts and the wind of the Holy Spirit in their “sails,” (oars!) two four man teams set out in canoes from remote Chavuma, Zambia. Their rations were packed. Their tents were secured.
“After singing her solo, she said this was the first time when it was not a performance for her, but a real prayer and a time of worship.” What led to such a change?
My flesh wanted to retaliate, lift up my fists and beat the living daylights out of my accusers, sue them! Ridicule and crush them!! But Christ Jesus!! Instead, we…
My one-year-old son dreams of playing professional sports. I know this because I was tackled and fouled throughout the whole night. He also scored a couple of goals with my nose. Morning breaks me and I get up. I’m suppose to share devotions at the police station, but I’m not sure if I can make it. Between my overactive MVP son and the continuously barking dog, I don’t think I’d slept at all.I try taking multiple doses of caffeinated starting fluid, but my brain still maintains its hazy fog.