One evening, I felt like I needed to visit one of my good Rohingya friends. As I left my apartment, I took a small packet of English stories with me. This English story packet contained several short …
Rohingya
An End to the Pattern
“There was another fire early this morning. It was their apartment complex.” I felt sick. Not again. This was not the kind of message I expected to receive, especially on a holiday. I searched the …
Can Jesus help me, too?
Months ago, our friend called to say she was possessed by a demon and she was terrified. She did not want to be alone and asked if we would come sit with her. Immediately, we went to her …