I have always loved children even when I was one. I started teaching Sunday School when I was only 13 years old. Even though I had only been a born-again Christian roughly a year, I was well versed in Christian teachings, having gone to church all my life with my Read more…
One of the main areas of ministry Chip and I are involved in today is that of mentoring. We mentor university students. We mentor young couples about to be married or newly married. We mentor new parents or middle-aged parents seeing empty nest on the horizon. We mentor aspiring ministers. Read more…
Often when people think of Africa, their minds immediately go to the plethora of insect life found on this continent. Now, we all know that Africa does not have the corner of the market on bugs, but it sure seems, sometimes that there certainly appears to be an impressive variety, Read more…
I have often had people ask me what the biggest culture shocks I experienced were when we first came to live and work in Kenya. The two biggest which I personally faced were driving in Kenya and church. Let me explain… When Chip and I first arrived in Kenya, we Read more…
It is a bit difficult trying to tell someone else’s story because no one can tell it better than the person who lived it. However, I am going to do my best… I sat in the small room that served as a chapel in the resident language school at which Read more…
I have always been good with languages – whether my own native English (or should I say American?) or other languages. I enjoyed language school, where we learned Swahili. Yeah, I know we were not supposed to be enjoying ourselves and I did my fair share of complaining along with Read more…
The sun was going to set soon, as I sat outside on a chair in the chilly air, with a hot cup of sweet, milky tea in my hands, that July evening. I was to find out that the sun set every day around 6:30 in Kenya, with never more Read more…
It was the 4th of July and here we were in a fellow missionary’s car headed north on Kenya’s main ‘highway’ (a two-lane tarmacked road). Months before, we received word that we had been approved to serve as missionaries with Elim Fellowship, based in Lima, NY. Now, sitting in the Read more…
“What on earth are we doing here?” I wondered as I shivered in the drafty room in upper state New York on that bitterly cold January night. We had just arrived in New York from Kansas to attend a semester of Bible College, which was connected to the mission we Read more…
The debate was still unresolved. From the time we first started dating, Chip said he was called to be a missionary to Brazil, but I insisted I was called to Africa (though I had no idea what country). What to do? A married couple certainly cannot serve on two different Read more…