Extreme Parenting -- Missionary Style

On your mark. Get set. Go!!! Crazy people doing extreme sports seem to be trend – at least it is on Thai tv. Turn it on and you see people skiing down impossible slopes, doing death-defying tricks on skateboards, and…

Back in the Saddle

“That electric wire is down,” Paul said. He stopped the truck and scanned the steep mountain road. “Can you see where it goes?” The pole leaned sideways toward us and the wire sagged downward. We all peered out the truck…

Horrible Roads -- Wonderful People

I gulped and swallowed hard, trying to beat down the waves of nausea that rose to swamp me. No use. Between the curvy mountain roads that were practically a series of u-turns and the deep ruts and holes that jarred…

Paul's Prayer Letter

“Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the LORD delivereth him out of them all.” What a promise! Yes, it is a fact that we will know many afflictions, hardships and trials, but also it is true that through…

Hope for the Future

Something was wrong. I could tell just by looking at her. She was bringing her baby for me to see, but where was that glow of pride and happiness that new mothers always have when displaying their newborns? She looked…

Fruit of Various Kinds

I clutched the door handle with a white-knuckled grip. In spite of the seatbelt and my death grip on the handle, I still bounced around in the seat as we jolted up the terrible road to Cana (pronounced Ka-nah-ah). It’s…

January Prayer Letter

“This is spiritual food like we have never had before,” one of the Lahu preachers said. We just finished a week of intense teaching. We began early in the cold mornings with the men in coats and stocking caps. We…

Washing Hands with Friends

Cool water slid over my hands and into the dishpan held below. My Lahu friend smiled, moved on to Paul and tilted the plastic bottle – which formerly held orange soda – over his hands as she had done with…

Celebrations

We eyed the bridge with trepidation. It was only logs lashed together and covered with a layer of slippery mud.   Time to get out and walk while Paul eased the truck across. At least it wasn’t far to the water…