It’s been six weeks! Ahmed planted his field before the first rains, just like he does every year, but it has been six weeks since there has been any real rain. He has started to worry, and so have his neighbors. In fact the whole town is worried. If it does not rain soon, the
‘Twas Christmas Day, and all through the house things were being packed up. With only four days left before our departure for Chad, the small artificial tree came down Christmas afternoon. Once again we were in the middle of the process of packing suitcases, deciding what we needed to get rid of, and what few
Early in the morning, quietly and sacredly, already 35 years ago, a son was born. We named him Benjamin Paul. Benjamin: son of my right hand. Ben Paul: son of Paul. Unlike Rachel’s Benjamin, son of Jacob and of Isaac and of Abraham, this was our firstborn. We had a commitment to the Lord that
Who will slaughter the ram?” In the Muslim Bagirmi tribe this is not just a logistical concern. An animal must be slaughtered a certain way, facing a certain direction, while a certain Muslim mantra is pronounced over it: “In the name of Allah.” Otherwise it is not “halal”, it is unclean. My wife and children
There is a fair amount of conversation today about the need for the local church to think of its ministry in much the same way that overseas missionaries think about theirs. Voices in mission today frequently refer to North America as the largest mission field in the western hemisphere. It is a little-known fact that
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
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.
CHINA: A large “Welcome” sign greeted delegates and visitors as they assembled in the basement of a church in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on Thursday, December 13, 1900. The primary topic of this conference was a vital issue for those in attendance: should the congregations present organize a church body called the Church of the Lutheran Brethren?
“Mom, Dad, come quick. Joel’s been hit by a car!” We rushed down the street and found five-year-old Joel standing by his bike unhurt, with a policeman by his side. Streets in Japan are rather narrow and accidents are frequent so we were very thankful to God for Joel’s protection. Our co-worker, Kazuko, was with
The boy sitting next to the sack of grain guards it like a sentinel guarding a treasure. Behind him are hastily set up shelters, providing minimal housing for thousands more like him. This is the refugee camp in Chad called Democratie (democracy). He is thin and obviously hungry. The amulets around his neck reveal his
The sun-weary sheets lazed in the breeze as we removed our shoes and entered the tent. It was the heat of the day and we had been invited to a wedding, a wedding unlike any we had previously attended. We waited with the other men on mats in anticipation of the bride. We shared tripe,
The child that Rachel cradled gazed up at her with a glassy look, offering no expression or emotion. Usually one can read emotion in the eyes. Not so with this child. We had seen this before: the blank, unresponsive eyes; the stark rib cage protruding out from the chest; the bloated and herniated belly; the