“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.

Glimpses of TIMO life in the mountains of Lesotho.

Meet the outreach team working with the Lopit unreached people group.

The dedication of three men in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

This group of young men was singing the word of God, and they were loving it.

We haven’t been here that long. Relatively speaking. But a lot can happen in a thousand days.

As my eyes tried to take it all in, I found myself at peace watching these people. Not one of them seemed upset, sad, or hurt. Almost all of them had smiles on their faces, and joy that was visible in their souls.

But you who are strong enough to do and to dare for Jesus…

They run on fear, on drugs, and on the will to survive one more day. Some, a few fortunate ones, run into a second chance.

I knew there must be women in this community who could be my friends, and not just the kind that you chat with in passing, but someone I could really know.

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.

“Two thirds of active missionaries are married couples. Another third are single women. The rest are single men.”

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.

One pastor was in the middle of a sermon when Glenn, who had just returned, walked into the church unannounced. The pastor fell silent, then said, “They say it is death to come to Congo. But nevertheless, here is Mr. Wilton, come back to live with us!”