The Woman in the Elevator. Part 2.

While my idea to distribute gospel tracts in hospital waiting rooms was not a bad one,  my passion was misdirected. Just because something seems like a good idea doesn't mean it's the best choice. Somewhere in the motivations of my heart were genuine desires to please God and engage people with the story of His …

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A New Way to Say Hello

Soran had many years of teaching the local language to foreigners under his belt and was influential in his community. His intelligence was only surpassed by kind-hearted life experience and wisdom. He showed great acceptance and patience in his interaction with people, whether the person was well known in society or a small neighborhood boy, …

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Shajan. Crossing Cultures. Friendship in Layers.

Thinking of this as we get to know people in our new community.

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“It’s a sin for me to kill anything so a belief based on something or someone being sacrificed is hard for me to understand”

“If I believe and my family does not we will be separated in the afterlife”

We had finally reached the heart of Shajan’s barriers to believing in Jesus. It had taken years. There are more nuances of South Asian culture revealed in his statements than I have time to explain.

The desire to believe was there and had been for a while—long before we met him.
God had been at work in his life since childhood. So many people had shared the history and love of Creator God’s revelation of Himself to humanity. Shajan had heard the life and mission of Jesus so many times, he used completely accurate illustrations from the Bible to help us learn sentence structures as we studied South Asian language. He…

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When an Anesthesiologist Activated My Sense of Humor

A sense of humor can be such a gift. There have been a few occasions in times of grief when mine was a blessing. A few years ago, there were a number of difficult things happening in our life and work in Asia. The frustrating "waiting game" we were in was indefinite and there were …

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Flagstone Roads & Ordinary Moments

Flagstone streets are my favorite memory of our small community in South Asia. They knit the whole area together, winding through uncountable monasteries and temples. Most of the stones are variations of slate gray sprinkled with occasional hues of brown. I loved the feel and sound of my feet on these roads when the cold, …

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Snakes in Bags & Baskets

Was reminded of this story today when Daniel saw the “first snake” here in South East Asia. 🙂 Enjoy!
A new post coming soon!

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“Snakes!”

A small man covered in white powder, wearing a bright orange turban and robe, sauntered down the sidewalk in our community, a canvas sling bag full of snakes draped across his shoulder.

There was a reason for yelling about the snakes. He was intimidating people in order to get a little money. It worked particularly well with foreigners like me so I crossed the street when I saw him coming. I’m really not that fond of snakes.

He wasn’t supposed to be in our area and he knew it. It would only be a matter of time before the local police asked him to leave. It was a rare sight in our community to see someone doing this.

The first time it happened I was leaving a sidewalk to catch a taxi. In the same second I stepped between two parked cars, a cobra swiftly raised itself a few…

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