Stoned in the Jungle

Stoned in the Jungle

I have recently had my eyes opened to an entirely new, and unpleasant, arena of life. It’s like I’ve been able to glimpse into another dimension, where the only occupant is pain. Pain like I didn’t know existed. Think I’m sounding dramatic? Ha, you have no idea! I’m...
Home, Sweaty Home

Home, Sweaty Home

We just arrived back into Iski-land the other day.* Our home-coming was celebrated with the discovery that our office’s charge controller had broken while we were away, so we won’t be having any power in the office until it gets fixed. We were also welcomed in by a...
Too Much Missionary

Too Much Missionary

Our neck of the jungle* routinely reaches around three bazillion degrees. I’d show you a picture of our thermometer to prove it, except that it has long since melted into a puddle and oozed off of our porch. Because of this eternal heatwave, I am usually a sweaty mess...
Jungle to Jungle

Jungle to Jungle

Modernity is mind-boggling at times. At least, for me it is. Part of the issue is undoubtedly the fact that I’m a casual Luddite, who doesn’t put in the effort to stay up-to-date with the various technological breakthroughs going on around the world. Innovations, such...
St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

St. Valentine’s Day Massacre

Our teammates started teaching the first-ever Bible lessons in the Iski language last week! Being as we are still in the “language-learning” phase of our ministry, however, we are not really able to directly contribute to their teaching efforts a whole lot. What we...
Pestilence, Pottery, and A Bug

Pestilence, Pottery, and A Bug

I’ll be honest, I’m a little tubel* concerning what I should be writing about right now. You see, this last weekend I was sick, which always spurs my creative muse into action.** I also created my very first piece of pottery, which (though it is small, irregularly...