Delighting in His Law
I was scrolling Amazon’s list of Kindle book recommendations below the one I had just purchased for a class, today, when I came across an
I was scrolling Amazon’s list of Kindle book recommendations below the one I had just purchased for a class, today, when I came across an
I read a poem recently; it’s an old poem, first published almost two hundred years ago. It’s a beautiful tale, and a true one, of
The jiaks are some of the most feared individuals in Pnong culture. During the day, they’re normal people; they work in the fields, eat rice
One of my favorite traditions on this blog has been posting a Christmas story each year (you can read previous ones here.) This is a
It was a gloomy Friday afternoon in Mondulkiri. It had been a very full, stressful week of teaching, and I’d had barely any time out
Kak To western people, all the Pnong people in Punih village would appear to live in poverty. However, by Pnong standards, Kak and her family
I don’t remember what day it was. Maybe it was the evening of Sreylee’s birthday, or after I’d visited Ounnang with her broken leg, or
This story took place last year, and I wrote it down this last June, a few weeks before leaving Cambodia. Re-reading it still makes me
I sit at my desk, light streaming through the huge window beside me, fluffy gray clouds floating through the blue sky overhead. Since Open House
What does it mean to be rich? To have a rich life? After Friday evening worship at Weimar University, some students often have an “afterglow”,
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