When I used to get my hair cut in Uganda, I’d sit upright so the stylist could snip my curls. But inwardly, I slumped.

Whenever I hear of global workers enjoying success in ministry—growing churches, numerous converts, flourishing discipleship, alleviation of great suffering, and so on—I rejoice over their accomplishments and the advancement of the Gospel. But ano...

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The people God had sent us to live with were beautiful. No, I don’t mean a “look at their hearts” kind of beauty, I mean a beauty that belongs on a screen or magazine. Their eyes were dark and big. Their hair was thick and curly. Their smiles were...