An Empty Basket
Life has a way of deceiving us, giving us confidence in our routines and in ourselves, in the efforts we make. I look upon all my lack with disgust and disdain…
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Our Friend, John Chau: “A Buried Seed”
What John Chau was attempting was likely the hardest task that any missionary has attempted for at least the last few decades. And if that process began with him losing his own life? John was ready to offer it. And still forward he went…
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The Unseen World
The east wind picks up and we begin to feel a prickling in our skin. First one spot, then another. It blows harder and it gets worse. Like a small pinprick, a burning and itching sensation, a couple seconds on my arm, then the back of my head, then my leg, one scratch then another…
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The Sacrifice
The chanting began as everyone gathered behind the stones. I was summoned, and one older lady came over to help me tie my traditional cloth properly around my body. Then I was told to take off my shoes. She walked with me over the burning hot sand to where everyone was already seated…
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Death and Life
Several scattered skulls, the stench of rotting flesh, and a handful of abandoned shacks were the only things remaining from the week’s festivities that ended just that morning. The quietness of our village was a huge difference from the hundreds of people partying and worshiping their ancestors here during the preceding days.
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