Kuwat knelt in his prison room feeling his face begin to swell and his lips crack from the beating he’d just endured. This was not the first time he’d tasted his own blood for being a follower of Christ, but it was the first time he’d been beaten by someone he knew … his own family.
About 120 women had gathered in a room designed to hold 100. It was hot and crowded, but there was joy and a sense of anticipation in the atmosphere. In attendance were women in leadership: representatives from seventeen denominations from across South Sudan. Their love for God was evident in their exuberant worship (in both English and Arabic) and in the warm smiles on their faces.
The dust kicked up in the air as our car made its way down the boulevard that was teeming with cars, pedestrians, motorcycles, and bicycles all maneuvering their way through the directionally complicated and congested city streets. The African sun pounded with intense heat off the city streets of Douala, Cameroon. We had traveled through the night to arrive in time for our scheduled frontline pastors meeting.
I peeked around the weary brick wall to find her smiling and stirring away. The pot on the fire contained a simple meal; the work of her aging hands would feed hundreds of hungry children that day who might not otherwise have access to food. Tucked away in a dark corner she faithfully tended to her post, pausing frequently to wipe her sweaty brow with the edge of her skirt.
Earlier this month, Steve Lawson and John Gillespie traveled with Global Advance to lead a Front Line Pastors Conference. Steve serves as one of our Global Ambassadors, and he shared his perspective on the Moscow Russia Frontline Pastors Training event.
When we say that leaders matter, we mean just that. At Global Advance, we are working to train and equip the next generation of indigenous leaders for the Great Commission.
The bell on the front door of Olie’s bookshop chimed and a man entered out of the hot Pakistani sun. Something about the look in his eyes immediately made the store owner nervous. In a single sweeping gesture, the man threw open his jacket revealing a bomb strapped to his chest.
A horde of police officers and government officials poured into the village under cover of darkness. Their mission: to harass and threaten a small group of Chinese Christians with severe punishment if they ever opened their homes to an undercover missionary again.
I've had a single word in my thoughts this morning, "Home"...
But it's not what you think. The usual warm fuzzy feelings that accompany my desire for home during the Christmas season have been replaced with a heaviness. It doesn't take much to trigger this sadness of the heart either. All I have to do is turn on the TV or open a news website. The world is hurting over a little country named Syria, a place many used to call home.
Perhaps this is the moment for which you have been created...