J was riding home in a rickshaw one day when he saw a motorcycle driver nearly lose control on the dirt road beside him. A conversation with the rickshaw driver about dangerous driving led to a mention of death and what comes after. The driver commented that there is no difference between his religion and …
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A few Christmases ago, knowing my fascination with space exploration, one of my daughters gave me a book by famous astronaut, Chris Hadfield. Chris was seriously accomplished in a range of fields, and when he finally made it onto NASA’s short list, he was mentored by John Young – one of only twelve men to …
“The apartment was cold in the morning, around 10 degrees Celsius. I built a fire in the little woodstove provided for us in the sitting room, and then wondered how I would go about finding breakfast. We had arrived in this small North African city a few days ago, and my wife had been ill …
Most missionary families tell us that their children are a great blessing and help when serving cross culturally. Children open doors for meeting other families and can find it easier learning the local language than their parents. They can ask direct questions of people their parents wouldn’t think of doing. Adults are drawn to the …
Homeschool has been going well for the most part. The heat demands lots of water and juice to keep the children doing their work well. Maria will finish grade 5 in mid-June. Elsie grade 4, Ethan grade 2, and Andrew is finishing kindergarten. Kevin and Jared are content to play with or fight over their …
I was to be at our conference at Nsoc during the last two weeks in May. I could go by bus if I accepted the offer of a ride on an elder’s truck to get to the right bus station. That would mean hundreds of kilometres out of the way, spend lots of money, have …
If we serve God reluctantly there will be very little progress. I learned this lesson from a reluctant horse many years ago in Upper Volta (Burkina Faso). I had just arrived in the country and had no means of getting out to the villages to evangelize, except to walk five or six kilometers. One day …
At the beginning of April my husband Philip and I started our journey back to Canada from three months in the DR Congo. When we arrived in Ntoroko, Uganda and got in a taxi bus, I sat down beside the lady in the blue scarf. During our five-hour journey I asked her about her family …
