Raucous laughter floated over the cinder block wall. The humid air carried the sound through slightly swaying palm branches to the covered porch where ITMI partner, Molly, stood. Thirty-five miles from the city, the millions of stars twinkled overhead in the night sky, obstructed only by the bright moonlight that spilled through the night.
When ITMI’s Paul faced shepherding his young church plant while stay-at-home orders were in place, he never dreamed this apparent set back would result in extended reach.
“It shouldn’t hurt this bad,” read the text message from India. The text came almost three weeks after Mark Burritt and I accompanied ITMI’s David and Taru Kumar to the funeral of Taru’s “mother.” Taru shared that she is deeply hurting and struggling to sleep. Taru’s “mom” came to rural India as a 30+ year old Australian missionary. She spent the last 60+ years loving on and raising up homeless, orphaned Indian girls. Margaret Williams was 94 years old when she was called to her real home.
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.
Although 75% of Zambians identify themselves as “Protestant” and another 20% identify as Roman Catholic, witchcraft and domestic violence are culturally acceptable practices. Let’s stop and think about that for a minute. How could this be? Many sincerely want to follow the Lord, but aren’t sure where their culture contradicts His ways. So they keep […]
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.
I am most thankful this year to the Lord for the trials of…
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.
Timothy held his breath, wondering if everyone in the room would stand up and walk out.ITMI’s Timothy Keller was at the front of a room full of Zambian leaders and pastors. He had just…
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…