Why don’t I cry much? Brain damage! Or so I’ve been told.
About 20 years ago when I was in academy, a friend of mine articulated something that struck me as very true.
Phii Seng and Phii Porn are the son and daughter-in-law of our church member Paa Keesara.
Alina and JJ say “Thank you!”
I’m not an extrovert, and on that Sabbath morning I felt stressed.
It was Sabbath afternoon at the church. Pa La had come with her two grandsons, Doramon, an eight-year-old autistic boy, and Mita, who was five.
“You can’t escape from me!” Mr. K said to Gop. He had tried enticing her with money and slipping drugs into her drink, but nothing had worked.
Yai Suphorn, one of the first Christians and local missionaries in Surin, and one of the pillars and matriarchs of our church, died last week.
“Let’s go!” Khun D called. Chris and I climbed into the back of the open-bed pickup truck along with a Thai missionary lady.
A young woman named Fia began attending our church a couple years ago. She was baptized into our church in the Sakeow Province.