Are you ready to answer the call of compassion? Will you go where it hurts? The need for compassion has never been more urgent. Refugees fleeing wars and economic disaster. Aids orphans. Human trafficking. Widows. Unreached people groups. Broken families. People without access to medical care, clean water, Scripture or a home to sleep in. God’s heart is breaking. He …
The Tanzania Diary: Devos With Chickens
A FRESH START The smell of mold is what first struck me as we walked into the concrete room with ten foot high walls which did NOT reach the rafters looming above, home to their own tiny residents. We had been given this “house” as our home for the next two weeks. My thoughts began swirling with anxiety over my …
Coffee, Sidewalk Chalk, and Abrazos Gratis: Park Ministry in Mexico
When our contact suggested that we do coffee ministry in a park in downtown Morelia, we had no idea what to expect. But as we prayed, God gave us many ideas about what we could do. So, we set out with several YWAM Morelia staff members, chalk, coffee, face paint, signs that said “abrazos gratis!” (free hugs!) and our hearts …
Shoes from a Stranger and a Life Forever Changed
This was not at all what we expected. We were supposed to be ministering at an orphanage. But when those plans fell through, we found ourselves on the streets of Morelia, inviting the homeless to join us for hot chocolate, bread, and our street performance. Rachel and I walked up to an older lady. Our simple “hola” seemed to open …
Jesus Died of a Broken Heart: A Physician’s Analysis of the Crucifixion
The physical passion of Christ began in Gethsemane. Of the many aspects of His initial suffering, the one which is of particular physiological interest is the bloody sweat. Interestingly enough, the physician, St. Luke, is the only evangelist to mention this occurrence. He says, “And being in an agony, he prayed the longer. And his sweat became as drops of blood, trickling down upon the ground” (Luke 22:44 KJV).
Destiny Will Cost Us Everything
Miriam Adeney once said “You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart will always be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.” This statement rings truer than true for me in the season I am in. In fact, it is an ongoing …
Simple Obedience Changes History
With stacks of blue New Testaments in hand we followed three Thai men across the asphalt parking lot. They wore button down shirts and modern day apostles. They lived life with few hesitations. They prayed for almost everyone they met, shared Christ freely, and gave generously. But at that moment I didn’t know any of this about them yet. I just knew we were handing out Bibles.
Airports stir something deep within my heart.
There’s a longing present. A. Deep. Longing. As I’ve contemplated while sitting in lounge chairs, standing in lines, observing people going to and fro, it finally hit me as to why.
Airports draw in people from all nations, all peoples, all faiths, and all languages with the common purpose of going somewhere. And, we are all going somewhere. We’ve been invited to dine with our Papa God.
Behind Thailand’s Red Lights
As I walked down the dusty streets my mind raced. I wove my way through vendors hawking paintings of elephants, colorful bracelets, silk scarves, and carved soap. A sungtow rumbled past us, seeking someone to chauffeur to unknown destinations. We turned down an alley filled with loud shouting and the deafening thump of dance music. The colors faded from the soft glow of streetlights to bright neon strobe lights and discos. And vendors were no longer selling bracelets and soap. They were selling women.
I Was A Stranger And You Invited Me In
“When we hold bitterness in our hearts, it destroys us,” I said. “We have to learn to forgive people no matter how badly they hurt us.” My gaze traveled across the weathered faces of the villagers. For a moment, my eyes connected with Pastor Nathan’s. All week, he had taken us from village to village across his home country of …
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