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A taxi driver with a searching heart

What if God had appointed this taxi driver to hear the good news today

Archaeology is my love language

Doing my job as an archaeologist is a way to love Central Asians.

Under the Fig Tree

Rochelle wrote this poem during her short-term placement with refugees in West Asia.

One person among millions

The man of the house looked at us with surprise but invited us in offering dried-out day-old rice: all he had.

We are Kingdom Gardeners

People live in physical social and spiritual contexts which shape their whole approach to life.