This is about the souls of human beings whom Jesus came to give His life for, and God has called you for the special purpose of conveying that. And it doesn’t matter where you are on planet Earth. It doesn’t matter whether you’re in Australia or Canada, the United States or Bermuda, or Guam, Micronesia. Just do it. Don’t be afraid. Move ahead. Evangelism continues to be the life blood of the church. We will never do away with it. It’s just that it may morph. Get ready.
In Jovannah Poor Bear-Adams's seven years at Holbrook Indian School—first as girls’ dean and English teacher, then as vice principal, and now as dean of Student Services and Programming—she has worked with hundreds of students, each with their own unique narrative.
It's estimated that 800,000 protesters attended the March for Our Lives demonstration in Washington, D.C., on March 24. But one Parkland shooting victim and survivor who has gained some notoriety through numerous, televised interviews wasn’t in D.C. On that March day, Samantha Grady was a state away from the Florida demonstration, praying and studying the Bible at a PBE event.
Music streamed from the hotel meeting room as instruments and voices fused the chords of an achingly beautiful and poignant message. I quickly found a place to stand with the gathered worshippers as they continued with the song’s first verse: “Teach me ever to adore Thee, may I still Thy goodness prove, while the hope of endless glory fills my heart with joy and love.”
There are many reasons why young adults become student missionaries (SMs), often pausing their college work, and their regular lives, to serve for a year or two in a place far from home. And as these five SMs’ year-long assignments drew to a close, they shared their stories — what they’ve learned about themselves, their relationship with Jesus, and what it means to serve others.
The modernist view of reality has taught people to look at their lives compartmentally. Work is a separate box from the church box, from the family box, from the social box, etc. It is not a problem, therefore, to act one way at work and another way at church, in both worship service and Sabbath School.
I grabbed the keys off the dresser, turned around, and ran out of the house through the living room, jumped over the fence, down the sidewalk, and out to the car. Dad was right behind me. Barefooted, no shirt on. He was coming around the fence, and I was in the car. I started it, pressed the accelerator, threw it in reverse, and burned rubber going backward down the street. And my dad ran behind me, trying to catch me, his son, in his car. Neighbors came out of their houses, tires were squealing.
My name is Madeline. I’m from Murphy, North Carolina, and I’m serving as a student missionary (through the North American Division Office of Volunteer Ministries) on the island of Chuuk, Micronesia. Despite the postcard-like views of palm trees and colorful sea coral, life in Chuuk is not a walk at the beach.