Why the final frontiers of the Great Commission matter. Exploring the marriage between the ends of the earth and the end of the age in Jesus' final six words before His ascension.
On the fourth watch of my last night, I made my way to the top of a hill and built a small fire before dawn cracked the wilderness sky. Sitting in silence before the Lord, waiting, listening, hoping. The warmth of the fire was a small comfort. It had been many days, and I was hungry.
Violent and terrifying screams echoed out across the ancient and unreached village nestled in the volcanic foothills of the island where my family lived. As I got up and went outside to see what was happening, I realized there was a serious...
The smell of clove cigarettes and incense lightly perfumed the stagnant afternoon air. Only a few short minutes after our arrival my children were wild at play with the children of the village. The sounds of their laughter bounced off the grey cinderblock walls that dotted the broken dirt path out front and filled the house with color...