Stories from our field writers and other contributors
The whole scene with the carpets in the dust seemed very Biblical to me. Stately men in robes, reclining at the foot of an elder, bending an ear. But the sight also struck me as a metaphor for the country as a whole. A country at a crossroads. A country leaning in.
When Lyle and Ingrid first set foot in Moroto, Uganda, they thought they’d stepped into an old western film.
AIM AIR visits and encourages Zande church leaders and displaced families in C.A.R.
On Good Friday, gun and artillery fire split the night. The next morning, our team was evacuated by bush plane from CAR.
At a time when my own heart was screaming agonizing questions of “Why is this happening, Jesus?” a frail, needy widow worn by years of spending herself for God was ministering to me.
God is working miracles in a small Digo village.
As a Sakalava woman herself, Rosina has a deep desire to bring the gospel to her people.
To Wycliffe, working for AIM is so much more than a job.
Only Jesus could bring together a wacky team like us. But I can’t imagine doing this work without a team.
What we’re attempting to do here among the Antakarana people is very much the same as building something new.
How does a family-practice doctor with a love for sailing end up as the leader of a ministry team in the remote hills of landlocked South Sudan?
There is an intensity to the group of eighteen Tanzanian youth gathered in the open air banda in Engedi that night. Again and again, the question comes up in their discussion — how can we share the gospel in hard places?
We have this joke with our teammates: Eddie goes like a tractor, opening the road, and we just go following him and doing the planting.
“God is doing things within peoples’ hearts, and our job is just to be available when the Holy Spirit is moving.”
At the end of the Samburu TIMO team’s two-year term, they gathered together in Nairobi to share their stories.