There are so many unsung heroes of the faith, the ones in the background holding others up, like Aaron and Hur in Exodus 17:2:  “But Moses’ hands were heavy; and they took …

Eighteen years ago, while serving at Vanga Evangelical Hospital in Zaire, we came across a young child who had a deteriorating heart condition. Her doctors feared she would die without …

You know that it’s my favorite time of year in The Netherlands—because the tulips are in bloom! I love taking my walks for exercise in the Keukenhof gardens—and hosting numerous folks who come to visit.

March was a special time as 15 friends from the Hope for the Hilltribes project in the USA came to facilitate a camp for our House of Love (HOL) and CDPD students and staff.

My friend, whom we’ll call Manny, is no stranger to religious and ethnic conflicts. Manny lives in a place where tensions between different racial, ethnic and religious communities run high—and the flames are often fanned by people seeking power of various kinds.

Growing up in Minnesota, I was taught that it is not nice to brag. But maybe just this once. . .