The God Who Comes Through Brokenness
We have a friend named Jose. A year ago, his wife died and since then he has been living alone with many dogs and usually spends his solitude drinking cachaza...
We have a friend named Jose. A year ago, his wife died and since then he has been living alone with many dogs and usually spends his solitude drinking cachaza...
A couple of months ago, I had the joy of visiting my daughter, who is on mission in Brazil, in Simões Filho. Before this trip, and despite what she told me, I didn’t fully understand what the work of the missionaries consisted of...
These months have been full of newness: new people, new traditions, new routines...
Every day, I learn a lot from Laura, Agnieszka, and Taymara, my fellow missionaries. We have moments of laughter, disagreements, and reconciliation. None of us are here for ourselves; we're all searching for a greater love, and that unites us in a distinct and profound way. I'm deeply grateful to have them because I know...