Just stop it

So if you’ve followed us at all, either through this blog or via our monthly updates, you know we’ve been troubled lately. Dallas was going to be our time. We were going to get work done, get our materials prepped for visiting churches later this year, and buy supplies for our next term in Madang. […]

The healing and hurt of Home Assignment

Home assignment. A concept that used to be as vague to me as job titles in Washington, D.C. What happens to missionaries on furlough? Do they have jobs and live normally? Do they live in a house? Do they own that house and, if so, how does that work? Do they still need financial support? […]

Peacemaker

I picked at the dried mud cradling my feet, flakes crumbling under my fingernails as chunks of dirt cracked off and fell to the soggy ground. The wind whispered by my face giving sweet relief to the sun’s heat that was trying to beat through intermittent clouds, but neither the wind nor the sun dried […]

When the Old Testament speaks

I’m a missionary. I live in a sweltering, uncomfortable, remote corner of the world where consistent medical care and convenient eating are nonexistent. We have no parks, no movie theaters, no museums, no zoos, no open air malls with cute little trains, no MOPS groups to join. Church is spent sweating through a theologically questionable […]