More often than not, Jesus comes to us incognito. ~Ian Cron I still remember it. The first trip. The first day. The first orphanage. The first face....
There are days when I’m simply homesick. It’s a homesick that isn’t really about a specific physical destination at all – but about a place where I feel most...
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all...
The metronome ticks. St Petersburg is alive. The sun rose over the Niva River as we journeyed to Orphanage 60 to speak to teens preparing for graduation. 60 is...
It’s Monday – our first full day of ministry in Guatemala. Our journey takes us to Cerecaif, an orphanage 20 miles from Xela. The orphanage was founded by a...