Ethnicity, Reconciliation, & Justice

By Lisa Rieck

In January at our blog, we’ve been looking at spiritual practices that can open us to the Holy Spirit’s sanctifying work in our lives.

By Christine Jeske

Four years ago, I sat in a South African home beside the frail body of Phakamile on the day before she died. Beside us sat Pabble, a local caregiver. 

By Greg Jao
During the summer of 1991, I ate at tables throughout southern China as I helped lead an InterVarsity Christian Fellowship Global Project in China. I was not supposed to be in China that summer.
By Lisa Rieck

Ziel Machado knows what it means to persevere physically, spiritually, and vocationally. After a crisis of faith in his teenage years, he sensed God calling him to student ministry—and he’s been at it for over thirty years now. 

By Sandra Van Opstal
The combined aroma of arroz con gandules and urine-stained clothes smacked me across the face as I entered the shelter. Being a veteran to feeding the “needy,” I was accustomed to strong smells, but that day I regretted coming. Immediately, though, I heard God’s invitation from Luke 14:17, “Come, for everything is now ready.”
By Drew Larson
On my first day in Uganda on a mission trip, I was terrified of whatever the African equivalent of Montezuma’s Revenge is. So I ate nothing my hosts prepared for me. On my second day, I ate a little rice. On my third day, I had some chicken and millet bread.
By Willie Krischke

Would Jesus eat frybread? That was the question 150 Native American students and staff from around the country gathered to discuss November 9–11 in Window Rock, Arizona (the capital of the Navajo nation).

By Sarah Orner
Showing hospitality by sharing a meal is one of my favorite ways to serve others. But I learned a lesson from Jesus in hospitality while my husband, Kevin, and I were living in a rural community in Panama with the indigenous Ngäbe.
By Adam Jeske
The extended family, the neighbors, and everyone else within earshot smiled and walked over. Our friend, James, and his brothers grabbed the rooster and a butcher knife. One of them slit the throat. The proverbial chicken with its head cut off ran around for a minute before receiving the second insult of being hung from a tree to drain. A fire was kindled, water boiled, feathers plucked, guts gutted.


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