“Brave Scared Warrior,” my son, Micah who is now 17, coined the phrase. It was 2006 and he was almost five years old.

For well over a year, I have spent much thought considering what it really means to see the face of God.

I want to introduce you to a special young woman. Right now, she is in the midst of an uncertain and unthinkable storm. Her name is Leah Sharibu.

Having arrived at the Tel Aviv airport eight hours before my flight, I was the only one at the gate, the last gate in the international terminal, of course!

A few years ago, Bo and I watched the show The West Wing. I liked the character, C.J. Craig (Alison Janney) who played the White House Press Secretary and then the Chief of Staff. C.J. was successful and powerful.…

Strolling along the beautiful water behind her picturesque Savannah home one evening, Carol Rogers Smith had an encounter with Christ. She knew in that quiet moment God had called her to serve His people.

There are no walls in the Rev. Bryan Bywater’s church. The “altar” is a folding table. The “pews” are the steps of Hartford City Hall. But he has a cross and a chalice. He has communion wafers, dipped in grape juice instead of wine for the benefit of his friends in recovery. To the population he’s serving, that’s plenty.

In January, the former Archbishop and Primate of the Church of Uganda died and was celebrated. His funeral was not only a national event, it was an international marker of the amazing changes in Africa, especially within the Anglican churches of Africa.

It was my sister Mindy who suggested that we go to the market in a place called Chichicastenago in Guatemala on our trip there in January.

“The low temperature on the East coast will be colder than the high temperature on Mars this weekend,” Nate shared while driving with our fellows to run some errands before our departure to Thailand the next day.

Arlinda Sá Souza had a dream over thirty years ago as a new Christian in Brazil that God is still using in her life today.

Rev. John Chol Daau is an Anglican priest, journalist, and teacher. John spent his early years in the rural and indigenous culture of the Jieng people of Baping in South Sudan.

I’d like to tell you a story of how my life was completely changed in coming to America, not just because of living in a different country, but because I came to know Jesus Christ and He completely changed the way I see life.

My mother’s family is Danish, so I grew up with Hans Christian Andersen’s Fairy Tales and play figurines.

The thing I love most about New Wineskins is the relationships. The New Wineskins Triennial Conference is often described as a “great family reunion” and the same is true for our yearly board meetings. I look forward to them all year long and always learn so much from my fellow board members. It is great to get out of my normal routine and see what the Lord is doing across all cultures and contexts.

It was a blazing hot day, our second clinic day in the village of Ntooma. The Gospel tent was buzzing with activity as our Ugandan evangelism and prayer teams were ministering to the clinic patients. Dr. Chris Keenan, the team dentist, led a ninety-year-old man over to our area. Chris explained that the man had a terminal tumor in his throat and that even back in the US there was nothing that could be done medically to save him. Chris, himself a strong Christian, knew that the best we could do was offer him the Gospel and prayer ministry. Chris also told me that the aged man had been candidly told the seriousness of his condition.

I confess that I struggle with perfectionism. It seems that even despite my best intentions to the contrary, I so often set up this image in my mind of what excellence looks like, and then I beat myself up as I struggle to attain it…or descend into shame as I inevitably fall short.

Group 21. Jakarta, Indonesia. August 2016. The Lausanne Movements’ Younger Leaders Gathering was finally getting underway, and I was excited to meet my mentoring group of six up-and-coming Christian leaders from all over the world.

We recently returned from a one month mission to Australia in which we saw God’s faithfulness abundantly. There were four of us on the team; Fr. John & Patti Sosnowski, Tina and me. The invitation to Australia came from our daughters and their husbands, Stacey & Simon Fua (missionaries with YWAM) and Kerry & Daniel Berris (who lead an Anglican Church plant).…

One cool Virginia morning when my daughter Kelly was about 12, I was driving her to a dentist appointment in an unfamiliar part of town. The road we were on was a divided highway with two lanes going in either direction lined by cement curbs. I wasn’t speeding, but I was looking at the buildings to find a street number so I could determine if we were getting close to our turn. These were the days before GPS.