I am not the woman I was when I left for the field twenty-five years ago. Some of that change is due to time and experience. A lot is due to practice.

I live in a land where plants grow ample and lush, the green abutting polished skyscrapers and metal-roofed slums.

A year or two before my childhood decision to accept God’s gift of salvation, I wanted a birthday party prize so badly that I took it home in my pocket. Thankfully, I was caught and made to face the music. If I had ever doubted I was a sinner, ste...

I fastened my eyes on a cluster of people staring right back at me. I recognized my grandparents positioned in the center. Smiles lit their faces like candles on a cake. My family members moved with me as one force toward a group that held signs a...