God is transforming lives in mission and we would like to share these stories of transformation with you. Read about God's work in the stories from our missionaries and short term mission teams.
“Fruiticana kahan hai?” An elderly Indo-Canadian man stopped me on the sidewalk.
“What?” I asked, not quite sure if I had understood.
Read more: Fruiticana
Ever since Loong came to faith in Jesus when he was twenty-one years old, he had a growing desire to serve God as a preacher of the Gospel. But church leaders kept telling him that he was unqualified.
Read more: A Church in Loong’s Village
The other soldiers often mocked Henry. He was only a young Christian when he began serving with the national military, but he was very public about his faith in Jesus and so he often encountered ridicule from the other soldiers.
Read more: Henry's Courage
She works in a factory in a remote part of Central Asia. She cleans toilets, mops floors and wipes tables in the lunchroom. But recently, this woman encountered Jesus in a dream and became his follower.
Read more: Cleaning Lady
My name is Virgelino Cordoba Serrano and I live in Colombia, South America. My friends call me Lino.
Read more: Lino
Ma’Ja is a shopkeeper. In her store in Bang Sai, Thailand, she sells Burmese food supplies. For almost two years, I’ve been visiting her store and sharing the Gospel with her. But, as a devout Buddhist, she never showed any interest.
Read more: Ma'Ja's Dream
Recently, our three-year-old son asked Jesus to make it rain. He also prayed boldly for thunder and lightning and a rainbow.
Read more: Pray for Rain
As a teenager, Paul was sent away from his home to attend school in a village called N’dorola. While he was living there, he watched a movie that presented the Gospel and he gave his heart to Jesus. Paul wanted to tell his family about his decision, but he was especially fearful of his older brother, David, who was opposed to the Christian faith.
Read more: Hope and Healing in Burkina Faso
My mother died two days after I was born. My grandmother was so sad that she said she didn’t have the heart to take care of me. So my father’s parents took me and raised me. I didn’t see my grandmother again until I was nine years old. At that time, she told me that I had a brother who was two years older than me and who had lived with our aunt. My grandmother said, “I will take you to meet him.” My brother and I had no idea that we were siblings. When we met, my brother was living at Bethania Home for Children.
Read more: Finding Family - Nyagham's Story