Coming to Korea, technically under the label of “missionary” nonetheless to work while getting paid enough to pay back my student loans, i didn’t really know what to expect as a servant of God. Many “friends” on Facebook didn’t hold back from mentioning either, how I would only be considered a missionary once I was…
Hi everyone! I wanted to share with you a little about what’s going on here at Bogenhofen, Austria. As most of you know there is a huge refugee crisis going on where Syrians are fleeing their country and coming here to Europe for safety. Here at Bogenhofen we have been right in the center of…
Many people think that being a missionary on an island is all “rainbows and butterflies” because it is paradise. It may be true that the scenery is breathtaking, but that doesn’t mean discouragement and struggles are nonexistent. One particular week I was feeling slightly more discouraged and homesick than previous weeks. Monday began and I…
Dear Mum, I have arrived and am alive so far…But I’ll will admit to brushing my teeth with tap water and drinking fresco, a fruit drink that some church members made with unknown ingredients. I like living on the edge of new experiences and certain digestive doom. Not to be dramatic…I’m crossing my fingers and…
Coming to Peru as a missionary is quite a unique experience. I’m originally from Japan, so at the age of 12 I came over to California, and having experienced culture shock then, I knew what was coming, more or less. I knew I would have to get used to the different life-style, a whole new language, different…
Imagine walking into a high school classroom full of 22 9th graders. It’s the first week of school in the Marshall Islands. You greet them “good morning” and prepare to have homeroom worship. Now, here’s the catch: all your life you’ve loved to sing and praise God and you know for a fact that many…
Samuel* wouldn’t talk. Nobody knew why. Friends described him as a talkative, average child when he was young, but one day something happened and he decided the world no longer needed to hear his voice. I asked his father, “I don’t know,” He shrugged, looking anxious as he stood in his scrubs at PTC probably…
