“A night both dark and sacred. Quiet enough to crave the cry of a baby king, black enough to welcome the light of the star of Bethlehem. The Darkest Night of the Year.”
Over the last few months, we’ve been praying – quietly, fervently, patiently awaiting the Lord’s provision.
A former WMF missionary recalls the mud-brick walls and open sewer’s of La Paz’s red-light district – and what she learned from the women there.
At Casa Esperanza, we sit at the table together. We listen to stories, and we share our own. This is a place of connection and mutuality, a space where women can come and know they are loved and valued. We offer hospitality, discipleship, medical support, workshops, tutoring and childcare to women in prostitution and their [...]
It has taken me awhile to realize that I’m grieving.
This August we celebrated 10 years of life in Bolivia. This is hugely significant, for me at least.
Tonight, the doorbell rang at its usual time and I went to the door.
On August 12th, my wife and I welcomed into the world our first child, L. She was born in the U.S. and we’ll introduce her to the WMF Bolivia community in October. I wrote briefly on the amazing delivery process on my blog, BoLiving.
This is a cross-post from my blog, BoLiving. I’m posting the raw Spanish text of my devotion for [Good Friday], without a good spell check or even Spanish punctuation. I just typed it up tonight (and it’s way past my bedtime). You can probably get the jist of it just by the translated title. I [...]
I listened to a song today about how great it will be to walk on streets of gold someday, presumably up in the clouds somewhere in a rather ethereal afterlife. But why, in heaven, are streets paved with gold? Well, the Bible does mention that Main St. in Heaven City will be pure gold, as [...]