I’ve been studying the book of Acts lately, and with that, the Holy Spirit. Just before this, in John 16, Jesus is talking to the disciples about going up to heaven, and He tells them “it’s better for you that I go so that I can send the Helper, and if I do not leave the Helper cannot come.” He goes on to say that this Spirit that He is sending will lead us into all truth, bring conviction, and is the vessel in which we receive our heavenly inheritance. All of that sounds hella good and you bet your face I want it in my life. The Spirit also speaks for us, shares the...

There is a little girl in my class and her name is Precious. She’s about a year and four months, and she is timid. She isn’t one of our students but she might as well be. Her mother, Cynthia, is the teacher of Kendall and I’s class. Teacher Cynthia has told us that Precious was very sick as a baby, which is evident when you look at the fact that she doesn’t attempt to walk or talk, she has a receding hair line, and she is unusually small for her age. Precious is attached at the hip of her 22 year old mother, crawling after her as she sweeps our class’s spilt...

I get it. Really. When woman get upset because the Bible talks about men being over woman, and wives submitting to their husbands. There are some absolutely horrible representations of what “Christian” men or even just men in general are like, or how they treat people. So I understand woman feeling defensive and wanting to compensate with their independence when Christian’s spit out these verses, because I would do the same thing. It’s so crucial to understand that when the Bible speaks of these things it’s referring to a time back in the Garden when...

As I hung upside down, suspended halfway between a bridge that separates two southern  African countries and the Zambezi River, an overwhelming feeling of relief washed over me. Roughly fifty seconds prior I had stood on the edge of the aforementioned Victoria Falls bridge. I would like to tell you that at that moment I was filled with some mixture of anticipation, zeal and adrenaline. However, that was not the case, my feelings were just the opposite. Fear of death and nearly debilitating trepidation were a far more accurate description of my feelings; perhaps watching a video of a...

There is a little girl in my class and her name is Precious. She’s about a year and four months, and she is timid. She isn’t one of our students but she might as well be. Her mother, Cynthia, is the teacher of Kendall and I’s class. Teacher Cynthia has told us that Precious was very sick as a baby, which is evident when you look at the fact that she doesn’t attempt to walk or talk, she has a receding hair line, and she is unusually small for her age. Precious is attached at the hip of her 22 year old mother, crawling after her as she sweeps our class’s spilt...

As we walk over a make shift bridge to the Maramba flood grounds, the air is filled with the sound of shrill whistles and Nyanja (a local dialect) being barked by men and children alike. It is mid afternoon in Maramba township, and the sun is in full force, bearing down on the moist dirt, wet from recent rain. From an outsiders perspective, the following scene is that of a pickup soccer match, akin to street basketball courts littered across America. However this false perception is soon to be shattered. The Maramba grounds, settled between a local high school and small river that grows...