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Perhaps it’s useful to notice that while the verse in James says fervent prayer “availeth much,” it does not say it “availeth everything.”
a prohibition in the Philippine constitution against foreign troops ever again fighting on Philippine soil.
This is a rock-solid law born out of four centuries of colonialism, first under Spain, then the United States.
My experiences in captivity have made me think long and hard about an appropriate response to the challenge of the aggressive wing of Islam. I wouldn’t presume to make any recommendations about public policy, but to my fellow Christians I feel compelled to say: We need to find ways to defuse the raging resentment and hatred that fuel “holy war” and introduce a God who does more than demand rituals—he truly loves us.
People in today’s world, whether Muslim or not, will not pay attention to Christians because we can explain our theology in crystal-clear terms. They will not esteem us because we give to charity or maintain a positive outlook on life. What will impress them is genuine love in our hearts.
I was also a missionary, a pastor’s daughter, a lifelong “good girl.”
When I had first arrived home from the Philippines, I had occasionally pictured Martin up in heaven, pulling on God’s sleeve and saying, “Don’t forget to look after Gracia and the kids. See what they need.
began instead to think of God pulling on Martin’s sleeve and saying, “Watch this! Look what I’m going to do for Gracia now. . . .”
A number of our longtime donors have continued to support us, since I’m still on the roster of official New Tribes Mission representatives.
“The easy places already have missionaries,” I tell them. “It’s the hard-to-reach, isolated places that are left.
Some three thousand language groups have never had an outsider come tell them anything—they don’t know the value of clean drinking water, let alone the gospel of Jesus.”
Abu Sabaya, our main spokesman to the media and the government, died in a gun battle at sea just a few weeks after I was rescued. What he never knew was that his “friend” Alvin Siglos had switched sides after learning that Sabaya had beheaded his uncle in one of the villages and was now working for the CIA. The new backpack Alvin had sent to Sabaya had a tiny homing device sewn into it, so that his every move could be tracked by the military.
fearsome warriors toting M16s and saying, “We need three recruits from this village—or else.” To forestall widespread killing, raping, and pillaging, the village elders would offer up young men as recruits. It happened all the time.
