Not all of them are the same. And as much as I try to hide it, I play favorites. When my little one brings over a book to read at bedtime, I admit it, sometimes it’s hard to suppress the cringe. Not all bedtime books are created equal. Surely you feel the same way…right? I…
Let the little children come to me…for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.” Luke 18:16 I have three daughters. As father to these amazing girls, I’ve found that two stories in the Bible consistently bring out the strongest emotions in me. The first is a story of a dad named Jairus. He’s…
Last year, Alan Howell shared a post called Encouraging the Why. In it he introduced us to “Pourqoui Tales.” Why so? He was kind enough to pass along some of these he made up for his small children. These might be fun to share with your youngest children and may spark some of your own…
My Mozambican friend, Ignacio, tells a story of a trip he once made from the city back to his village. It had been raining, but the skies were beginning to clear. He was eagerly pushing on towards home carrying goods he’d purchased in town on the back of his bike. But then he saw something…
I sat on the curb in front of a government office in Pemba, Mozambique. Years of living in Africa have taught me to carry a book to keep me distracted from the inefficiencies of bureaucracy. After a few minutes of reading, I stretched and stood up. A young Mozambican man walked up to me and…
In the dark theater, the audience watched in anticipation as the movie reached its climax. On the screen, the antagonist hung precariously over the ravine and as the hero clutched the bad guy’s arm, he contemplated his choice. Would he rescue his enemy or would he let him fall to a death he deserved? While…
A little over 10 years ago, we packed up our possessions, turned in the keys to our apartment in Nashville and moved overseas. We lived in Portugal for a little while before finally settling here in the African country of Mozambique. Living as aliens in foreign lands has shaped our thinking about… well… pretty much…
I lived in Africa as a child/young man and there’s a part of me that has never gotten over the African sky and the beautiful people I knew. So, when I received a guest post submission from a missionary there, I was eager to pass it on to you. Alan Howell and his family live…
