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Why is it that we are so easy to reject correction or warning? Why are we so sure that our own ways are the best?
Tag: Missionary
A Foreigner
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It's now my turn to serve the world around me with that same unchanging love, even if to them I'm mnyamuhanga.
Still Waiting
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If we excuse ourselves from serving because the need is greater than our capacity, our excuse is a poor one. While we might not be able to do everything, we can do something.
When Sparrows Fly
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Just yesterday after Jack Sparrow made his swift exit, I went out the front door to see if I could catch another glimpse of him. Maybe he would stay around the house?
It Felt Like…Losing The Dream
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One of the most important things a dream does is not for us, but what it can do for others. God never puts a dream in our hearts that won't spill out and reach others with His love. When the dream God puts in you resurrects another's dream that has died, you have passed the test.
Say That Five Times, I Dare You!
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We’re in a special time here in Bujumbura, Burundi (say Bujumbura fast five times, I dare you). It feels like we are in the middle of a city-wide revival in spite of the Covid crisis, in spite of intense poverty and in spite of political uncertainty. Our nation has passed through generations of ethnic strife… Continue reading Say That Five Times, I Dare You!
The Water Is Off Today
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The water is off today.
Taking on the Giants
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I’d rather not suffer. Who, in their right mind, would prefer living in the dark places of life over the good times? I much prefer times of dancing and celebration. Six months ago, just before Covid lockdown, were able to go Stateside and take part in our son’s wedding festivities. Those days were full of… Continue reading Taking on the Giants
The Pen
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One of the hardest things to do when you're told what to do, is to do it.
Balancing Accounts
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Early in life as I tried to find my way, I decided to apply for a job as a bank teller. I'm not quite sure what possessed me to think that I would do well as a bank teller. You see, when I was in 5th grade, I had to take extra math classes over the summer break to pass into 6th grade. Nevertheless, I bravely took the plunge and passed the entrance exam and became an official bank teller.