Belief in the Unbelievable

One thing I have learned is that miracles are nothing in the presence of unbelief.   The first day we got to Guatemala, I witnessed a miracle. I’ve always leaned more towards the side of skepticism, especially when it comes to spiritual miracles. I could hear a thousand stories of miracles happening and never truly believed in any of them. They were just amazing and inspiring stories to me, but when it came to reality, I couldn’t grasp it.  That spirit of skepticism has oozed into my relationship with God and the Bible. My scientific mentality made me wrestle with...

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Belief in the Unbelievable

One thing I have learned is that miracles are nothing in the presence of unbelief.   The first day we got to Guatemala, I witnessed a miracle. I’ve always leaned more towards the side of skepticism, especially when it comes to spiritual miracles. I could hear a thousand stories of miracles happening and never truly believed in any of them. They were just amazing and inspiring stories to me, but when it came to reality, I couldn’t grasp it.  That spirit of skepticism has oozed into my relationship with God and the Bible. My scientific mentality made me wrestle with...

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I’m Sick of Pretending: Why I Am Done Playing Christian

           I’ve officially been on the race for 242 days. That’s nine months. You would think that by this time I would have it together—that I would be a rock. I’ve spent countless nights on the floor. I’ve taken many an ice cold shower, and sometimes gone weeks with no shower at all. I’ve eaten bugs, blood, and baby chickens still in the egg (all these of course local delicacies.) I’ve dug ditches, planted fields, taught English, painted walls, and shared the gospel. I’ve even “preached” a sermon or two.  ...

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I’m Sick of Pretending: Why I Am Done Playing Christian

           I’ve officially been on the race for 242 days. That’s nine months. You would think that by this time I would have it together—that I would be a rock. I’ve spent countless nights on the floor. I’ve taken many an ice cold shower, and sometimes gone weeks with no shower at all. I’ve eaten bugs, blood, and baby chickens still in the egg (all these of course local delicacies.) I’ve dug ditches, planted fields, taught English, painted walls, and shared the gospel. I’ve even “preached” a sermon or two.  ...

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Free from a witch doctor’s bondage

I don’t know exactly what we expected walking into his home, but I know that it wasn’t what we found. The tent seemed to exhale as we opened its door, and it expelled a torrent of heat. I could not begin to imagine staying inside these tarpaulin walls all day as sweat instantly formed against my skin; yet, this is Evansbord’s life everyday. Evansbord was taken to a witch doctor at two months old. Before me was the result of this choice by his parents. He was lying on the tent floor, knees to his chest, feet crossed flat against himself; he has spent 15 years in this...

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Free from a witch doctor’s bondage

I don’t know exactly what we expected walking into his home, but I know that it wasn’t what we found. The tent seemed to exhale as we opened its door, and it expelled a torrent of heat. I could not begin to imagine staying inside these tarpaulin walls all day as sweat instantly formed against my skin; yet, this is Evansbord’s life everyday. Evansbord was taken to a witch doctor at two months old. Before me was the result of this choice by his parents. He was lying on the tent floor, knees to his chest, feet crossed flat against himself; he has spent 15 years in this...

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