An MAF writer visits remote villages by airplane and boat, and gains a renewed appreciation for the ministry. By Natalie Holsten This summer I
For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor
By Mark Hewes As I gripped the sides of the skinny dugout canoe and shut my eyes, I wondered if our jungle adventure was going
Chandra was in bad shape when the MAF plane brought him into the city of Tarakan in Kalimantan, Indonesia. This 13-year-old boy’s arm was badly
Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas has spilled out from its base, spreading
I live on a small island where there are no long-stemmed roses, none of my favorite dark chocolate, and no romantic Italian restaurants. And this
I’m about to enter my tenth year of life in Indonesia and it’s making me feel a bit nostalgic for those early, sweaty, confusing, exciting
I pack Evan’s backpack and hope I remembered everything on the list. This week is my firstborn son’s very first day of school in a
It’s dinner time. The setting equatorial sun—every day the same time all year long—and my three kids tell me it’s time. And if the “I’m
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