God would never call you to missions, you insist. You’re too damaged. Or too average. Too inexperienced. Too tired. Too young. Too old. Too busy
Barefoot children run giggling through the center of the village. The girls squeal in delight as a group of boys give chase. Sarah Salesa watches
The taxi races down the elevated 10-lane highway. There’s not much to look at on this journey. Endless rows of blank-faced factories barricaded behind 6-foot
• Pray for Wu’s heart to open. Pray that in the process of recreating herself in the city, she becomes a new creation in Christ.
Everything about Fa Hsing is quiet. His voice. His countenance. His strength. He is a man of few words. His actions speak for him. He
They’ve already impacted your life. Now it’s time to touch theirs. The influence of Dongguan’s factories is all over your house. You don’t have to
As the room buzzed around her, Lynn Meadows sat on the floor rocking the infant in her arms, silently praying over the tiny baby boy.
Many Afghan families, desperate for a better life, pay fortunes to a highly developed network of smugglers who help them escape difficult situations. Often they
