Stepping out of the boat

Stepping out of the boat

For many years I have had a desire and dream to host a global missions conference in Houston.  A conference designed for people interested in missions—local or global, people with hearts and hands that are ready and willing to serve. A conference that would gather...
A bounding pulse and a thankful heart

A bounding pulse and a thankful heart

Yesterday I helped take care of a 15-year old who sustained a terrible fracture of his leg just above the knee. Under anesthesia the bones were pulled back into alignment but his foot became cold and pulseless. An ultrasound exam and Doppler confirmed an injury to the...
Changing Places

Changing Places

One of the things that helps me keep my ‘heart of compassion’ open to those around me who are suffering and in need—is to think about what it would be like for me to experience what they are experiencing, to be in their shoes, to experience life...
The songs of my youth

The songs of my youth

The songs we sing here at this small mission hospital are mostly hymns—written many, many years ago, now sung here on the banks of the Zambezi river in the beautiful Lunda or Luvale languages.  As we sing these songs, it brings me back to my childhood.  Because, in an...
Beautiful Feet

Beautiful Feet

Two weeks ago we were doing an emergency surgery late one night when Gift—the nurse on duty—urgently came to the theatre door and told us a young lady had just come to the hospital and that she was very sick and needed our immediate attention. She lived in one of the...

Just the Postman

It’s hard to believe that 3 months has passed so quickly but we will be leaving Tenwek Mission Hospital in the next 24 hours. Over the last few days my family and I have been remembering and recounting the good things that God has done during this trip. We are so...