I’m sure we have each lost a loved one. We know grief. My mother died of cancer before she even turned 60 years old. I grieved because I miss her. I miss her love and laughter. I miss her wisdom. I often smile when I think of her—I know she is with Jesus and she has no more pain. My grief is not heavy. Like Paul wrote “you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope” (1 Thessalonians 4:13 NIV).Read the rest!
Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel. Ephesians 6:19
Bible translation in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) has been challenging to say the least. Years of unrest and violence have caused Bible translation teams to be pulled out of the country time and again. But we keep going back because God’s people in the DRC continue to plead for His Word in their language. They know it’s their only true hope.
Five MAST workshops that took place in the DRC triggered an avalanche of newly translated Scriptures for numerous language groups—and bringing much-needed hope to this struggling nation.Read the rest!
Let’s all rejoice in the Lord today! He created mankind in His image. He alone is the mighty God who saves. He loves us and gives us life abundantly. He continues to do marvelous things around the world. We delight in His goodness to us, but even more we delight in His goodness to the hundreds of language groups who are today translating God’s Word into their heart languages. I get so excited every time I think of people finally receiving God’s Word in their heart language. Don’t you?
Just think, you and I have a part in God’s work around the world. That, my friend, is pretty awesome.Read the rest!
The night was especially dark, and the jungle sounds somehow were more intense than usual. A group of villagers had gathered around a fire outside a thatch hut, to hear Bible stories being told by our Wycliffe Associates Global Oral Language Translation Coordinator.
From the darkness outside, a shadowy figure slipped toward the group, taking shape as it moved into the light of the fire. It was an elderly man known to the villagers as the Tumbuna (or grandparent). As he began to speak, one of the other villagers translated.
“As a young boy, my parents told me stories from the Bible,” the Tumbuna said. “I know there is more, so I have come every time you have spoken and tried to understand. But I cannot.”Read the rest!