Why Missionaries Go to Dangerous Places

Why Missionaries Go to Dangerous Places

Why Missionaries Go to Dangerous Places During a conversation about the recent political crisis in Afghanistan, a child said, “When I grow up, I want to be a missionary to Afghanistan.” He didn’t understand the implications of his choice, how hard it would be to deny...
The Sanctity of Rest

The Sanctity of Rest

The Sanctity of Rest This summer, I spent a week at rest a full ten hours away from my prolific bean patch. We went to Indiana to spend a rare visit with my parents. While there, I enrolled my children in swimming lessons and spent almost two hours every morning...
For the Love of Humanity

For the Love of Humanity

For the Love of Humanity MissionFest in Winnipeg was alive with hundreds of people who, like me, moved from booth to booth to learn more about the needs of the world. I tried zoning out the noise of the crowd as I squinted to read posters of a particular mission being...
Behind a Scammer’s Disguise

Behind a Scammer’s Disguise

Behind a Scammer’s Disguise “Max just paid $3700 in Lowes’ gift cards to a scammer.” I reread the text with growing disbelief, sympathy, and annoyance. A flurry of texts told the story. “A scammer told Max he was heading to jail for laundering money but before...
Pictures of the Church

Pictures of the Church

Pictures of the Church “Who is ready to go to church?” “You can’t wear that to church.” “Where are my church shoes!”  In the bustle of a Sunday morning at my house, phrases like these are commonplace. The word “church” is well used in our vocabulary.  Recently, one of...
Clay Messengers

Clay Messengers

Clay Messengers Two pottery bowls jostled shoulders in my Ghanaian kitchen—a mortar and a fruit bowl. The mortar looked raw, freshly-kilned, and had little aesthetic appeal. Its orange-red abrasiveness was rough against my hands. It was serviceable, but I questioned...