The Gospel.

I arrived a little late. The small room was already crowded and worship filled the air. Hosanna! Hosanna!! . . . I walked to the back corner, closed my eyes and allowed the Khmer worship songs to … Read more about The Gospel.

Kingdom: 365:23

Our van bumped along the thin dusty road, one line on a grid of rice paddy fields. As we entered the village there was a familiar air. The houses were not cinder block, but rather strong, wooden … Read more about Kingdom: 365:23