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