The day was a mix of joyous celebration and solemn ceremony. The sounds of exuberant singing and traditional harp and drums filled the air.
Over Christmas, my parents visited us here in Papua. Together we traveled by MAF to the interior mountain town of Wamena for a few days.
It’s almost Christmas, and while in North America winter is coming, here at the equator it’s a different story. It’s the start of West Wind
Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor. – Ecclesiastes 4:9 This summer my aunt and uncle came to visit
For missionaries, goodbyes are brutal. Each time I say goodbye to loved ones, on either side of the world, I wonder if it will be
Oh, the power of a package! Just when I feel that all have forgotten us in this isolated corner of the world, and that I
There are things we tolerate for love of our children. For me, one of those things is our cat. Two years ago, a scrawny grey
Do you hear what I hear? Unless you’ve got dub-step “Jingle Bells” coming at you from one side, and “We Wish You a Reggae Christmas”
6 a.m. – I wake up and get the first load of laundry going. Christmas music is already blaring from a pondok Natal in the
