Stories from our field writers and other contributors
Kireka Home, in the heart of Kampala, Uganda, serves as one of the only refuges for children with mental and physical disabilities. In many places in Africa, disabilities bring shame to a child’s family, but here, these children have found something rare and precious: acceptance and love.
“It’s easy for me to want to do all the treatments myself, but it is so much better for me to be training vets and setting them on the right path, so they can multiply themselves and head out into Uganda, working with integrity in their profession.”
As infrastructure development slowly comes to Northern Mozambique, new villages are introduced to the miracle of electricity. AIM works to bring spiritual light to the Mwani people through the ministry of Radio Nuru (Radio Light).
Somewhere in that seemingly inattentive audience, there was one elderly catechist teacher who had inherited a set of instruments that the Zande people call anzoro. Like many of his people, this man associated the anzoro with dancing and drinking parties. Certainly it was not something to be brought to church.
Bangadi is a small town tucked into the vast Congo rainforest. This forest claims over one million square kilometres and is among the most beautiful haunts on earth. On world maps it is the smudge of green at the heart of Africa.
3D Christian Camps are building a trusting generation in Rwanda.
TCK education is a complex and serious dimension to the missionary life, but part of the call to serve and trust God in distant lands is the challenge to trust Him with the most precious treasures.
“Two thirds of active missionaries are married couples. Another third are single women. The rest are single men.”
Captain Denny Dyvig settled into his seat, brushed his hand along the contoured control yoke, and listened to the rumbling engine. To this missionary pilot, 5Y-SIL was so much more than a machine.
Shells from the 20mm cannons shredded the mango trees nearby, peppering the bank where he sought cover. It wasn’t the first time he’d been left for dead.
It’s the golden hour, in a golden place—perfect for a romantic stroll or an inspired moment of quiet introspection. Also perfect, incidentally, for making a movie.
As our team waded through the water with baggage and provisions atop our heads, stumbling in the thick, powdery sand, we felt like explorers in a new land.
“I’m not good with names,” she said, her German accent punctuating each vowel. “But right now there are 150 kids at Safina and I can tell you the name of every child and where they go to school.”
The seeds of hard work, God’s provision, moral accountability, and the concept of family, are strong sprouts already taking root in the adoring eyes and peaceful smiles of each child.
So there beside the drama of a protracted African war, beside the aid workers, peacekeepers, and pallets of relief food, were teachers. And some of them were missionaries.