The Last Missing Piece

     One year ago today, I was called to this ministry in India without realizing it. Last fall, I went on my first Passport trip with AIM. I spent three months in Ecuador having the time of my life serving in Portoviejo and Loreto. As our time drew to a close, I was on fire. I felt that I could do missions forever. On the last day of our trip, we stayed with a Gap Year squad that was in Quito at the time. They were really kind and friendly and welcomed us into their times of worship and fellowship. I still remember what song we sang “May we never lose our wonder…”....

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The Last Missing Piece

     One year ago today, I was called to this ministry in India without realizing it. Last fall, I went on my first Passport trip with AIM. I spent three months in Ecuador having the time of my life serving in Portoviejo and Loreto. As our time drew to a close, I was on fire. I felt that I could do missions forever. On the last day of our trip, we stayed with a Gap Year squad that was in Quito at the time. They were really kind and friendly and welcomed us into their times of worship and fellowship. I still remember what song we sang “May we never lose our wonder…”....

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Worshiping Beyond Language Barriers

    A few weeks ago, we attended church in a town called Hmarkhawlien. It was a pretty small church, and, like most of the EFCI churches, the service was in the Hmar language. As usual during worship I couldn’t understand what was being said, so my team sort of stood at our seats and hummed the tune or listened to the congregation sing. Then I saw a few of the older women get up out of their seats and start to march in a circle around the front of the church. I saw these women worshiping and dancing and my heart wanted to get up and dance with them. I stayed in my seat though....

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Worshiping Beyond Language Barriers

    A few weeks ago, we attended church in a town called Hmarkhawlien. It was a pretty small church, and, like most of the EFCI churches, the service was in the Hmar language. As usual during worship I couldn’t understand what was being said, so my team sort of stood at our seats and hummed the tune or listened to the congregation sing. Then I saw a few of the older women get up out of their seats and start to march in a circle around the front of the church. I saw these women worshiping and dancing and my heart wanted to get up and dance with them. I stayed in my seat though....

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5-day family

The second half of our trip (I can’t believe I can say that already) consists of a lot of moving around. Over the course of six weeks, we will have four different homes. For a few days a little over a week ago, we resided in Hmarkhawlien. We stayed at the Partnership Missions high school in town, sleeping on thin mats on the concrete floor of an empty classroom in the upper level of a school. For a couple days, we could not figure out how to work the lights and fans because all of the switches for the second floor were in one place; at the end of the hall near the ceiling. Because of this,...

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POEM: I Have a Demon Named Miss Grumpy Pants…

I know when she is coming to the surface, but in war with my flesh I don’t stop her because in some ways I like the way she handles the situation. Or maybe its not the way she handles this situation and instead the results she gets.When she “handles” a situation many times she hurts people and at the bare minimum she scares people. She gets what she “wants”, but that is not right because she gets things that she doesn’t want either. She doesn’t want to scare or hurt people… if I understand her correctly. The truth is she wants to protect something… And...

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