
He Cares
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
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
I have been back from Cambodia for several months, and am currently studying at Weimar University in northern California. I’ll certainly share about that someday;
I said goodbye to Sreyian and her family a few minutes ago. I met her soon after I arrived in Cambodia, since her family runs
Last weekend, I said goodbye to the village where I’ve lived for the last year. The whole week, I’d led week of prayer for the
Last night, the church members on our side of the village were meeting together to read the Bible and pray, as they do every evening.
As part of a training session we’re doing with all our church members, they’re meeting each morning this week, in small groups all over the
I first wrote this story in 2016, the same year it happened. I rediscovered it recently among old documents, and after editing it slightly, decided
It was a dark and gloomy day in Tansua. The sun still shone; the river still tumbled out of the hills and ran, gurgling and
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