When people ask me how long I’ve been serving as a global worker in Poland, I feel old when I answer, “Thirty-four years.” I went over when I was ten, right? Not exactly. Where did the time go? It (almost) feels like yesterday when I boarded the p...

I will always thank God for how my parents have given me an awesome example of longevity. They arrived as church planters on the field with no personal family background in cross-cultural work. They had been saved as young newlyweds, were disciple...

My teacher classes always looked forward to the baking nights I would offer in my home. Most had experience with a wok but not an oven and arrived at my home both excited and nervous. I had a simple cake recipe printed up and they chuckled at the ...

Cross-cultural workers are a strange bunch. We don’t climb career ladders. We often live far from family and give up the comforts of our “home” culture. We give our time and resources to a people who don’t think like us or share our same values. O...