September 11, 2011 is a day that has come to represent loss for many in the United States. For me, September 19, 1980 is forever etched in my mind as the day that defines loss—the moment in time when my daughter Amanda Rae Asche was born and then died. Indescribable joy and cruel pain all
As I sit down to write this article (aided by my third cup of coffee; sorry for the jitters), I am surrounded by comfort: The comfort of a parsonage that looks great and is plenty spacious. The comfort of a Staten Island neighborhood that is safe, clean and fun for my kids to run around
She was a constant at the edges of my life. I only saw her a handful of times, yet just hearing her name—“Aunt Esther”—without exception brought me into listening range. She had just come home to stay in the States, after two assignments of three or four years each, in Lere, Chad, Africa. It was
Two primary components of the Regional Pastor mission stand out in my mind. The first reminds me of an insurance company’s branding campaign some years back that explained its deflecting nature; it called itself, “the Quiet Company.” The first priority given our Regional Pastors as their ministry began in its formative stages five years ago
“Surely he had picked the wrong person,” I thought to myself. The year was 1999 and I had been chosen the month prior to lead a team of desktop computer support professionals at Safeco Insurance. As a 29-year-old first-time manager, I felt overwhelmed by my responsibilities and the needs of those under my leadership. I
The Church of the Lutheran Brethren and International Mission have called Jeremy and Sallee Stanton, along with their daughters, Olivia and Abigail, as our newest missionaries to our Chad field. The Stanton family has accepted this call and are now on staff with LBIM as of June 1. The Stantons lived in Appleton, Wisconsin, and
The B. family is pressing on in their “call” and passion to bring the gospel to the unreached people of Chad. Danny and Mandy have sensed this call and pursued this vocation for years. In the summer of 2013, they left home and traveled to France with their three boys (Zeke, Theo and Jonah) to
BRENT ANDREWS Brent’s background includes work as a public school librarian, a middle school teacher, and a specialist in technology. He has a Bachelor of Arts in Music and a Master of Arts in Library Science. He is married to Kari. Brent and Kari serve as foster parents. His daughter, Micaela, is a college junior.
One night we were settling down to sleep, enjoying the night breeze which offered relief from the long hot day, when Carrie and I heard the familiar greeting “Salam alekoum” right outside of our door. Two women had come to speak with us, robed in black, their head veils pulled down low over their faces.
The old man was speaking Nynorsk. As a relative translated for us, this Norwegian Christian man described something that had happened decades ago in his small village. He told of a former prest (pastor) of the local congregation, a man for whom he had great respect. This prest felt a growing concern about the issue
In 1975 a struggling young screenwriter named Sylvester Stallone bought a ticket to a theater in Los Angeles. That evening the theater was broadcasting a boxing match between the Bayonne Brawler, Chuck Wepner, and The Greatest, Muhammad Ali. To coin an overused, and often abused, sports analogy… It was David vs. Goliath. Muhammad Ali was