Encouraging and Equipping Thai Christians to Reach International Students

Every Tuesday lunchtime at a university in central Bangkok, a small group of students meets together. They study the Bible, share and pray together and talk about how they can live for Christ on their campus. These students are not Thai, instead they come from Indonesia, the Philippines, Myanmar, China and Germany and they use English as they meet. They are part of a growing number of internationals coming to study at Thai universities.

A Light Shines in Carrigtwohill

Imagine a growing town with schools, shops, industries, clubs, sports and everything else a modern town ought to have, except for one thing: a church that faithfully proclaims the gospel. Imagine a town that has in fact never had an evangelical church in it, even though it has a very long history.

Pray For Paris, For Lagny, For France

On the night of 13 November 2015, as all our screens filled with the terrors of the attacks on the Bataclan, Paris restaurant terraces and the area around the Stade de France, our social media screens began to fill with one phrase: “Pray for Paris.”

Learning to Love Others as God Loves Us

It was late on Christmas Eve when I got the call. Fabiano’s Mum was furious. Fabiano had just wrestled her to the ground to prise a dog out of her embrace and thrust his sister flying back towards the door as he stormed out back to his Dad’s.

Paradise Lost?

Bordeaux is one of the most agreeable towns in the world to live in. You should be very happy to live here. You are in Paradise.” Such was the rather effusive praise that designer Philippe Starck gave to the city when he visited recently.

Green Fields, Green Shoots

The fields of the west of Ireland are green for a reason. Clouds roll in most days from the Atlantic and if you leave the house without an umbrella, you usually regret it. Yet spiritually this region has been a desert for 150 years, with religious culture hindering people from finding a living faith in Jesus.

The Joys and Challenges of Ministry in Sierra Leone

On 1 February 2013 Freetown became my home. The place is an attack on the senses - the 4am Muslim call to prayer blasting out; sweat running down me with the heat/humidity; the vibrant colours of African clothing; crazy drivers; traders calling out their wares; poverty everywhere; the smell of African cooking; shouts of ‘white man’ everywhere I move (I’m a white woman!); celebrations when electricity comes on; and the buzzing of that one mosquito that masters my defences!