Jesus the Refugee

by Megan, DTS Staff I walk to the edge of the Aegean Sea and look across at the clouded mass that is Turkey. The shores of Lesvos island are littered with tiny jeans, mismatched sandals, and pieces of black inflatable raft. The first time I walked down the beach and saw a pair of little jeans, my prayers turned to …

Widow’s Tears Wiped Away at Mexican Carnaval Outreach

(Every year, thousands of partiers flood Mazatlan’s streets for Carnaval. Hundreds of YWAMers also flood the streets to share the love of Jesus.) The other night, I made a stranger cry. I didn’t mean to. I promise. But there I was, sitting at a cafĂ© table in the middle of the frantic bustling streets of Carnaval, speaking to a middle-aged …