Faithful (A Story)
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
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
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.
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