Written by Lori Havenga I'm like Paris Hilton. She and that other rich pretty girl were on a TV series several years ago where they went to a farm and made fools of themselves trying to do regular jobs. I never watched it because the whole idea seemed preposterous to me. Even if they don't know how to do simple farm work, which is understandable, they could figure it out easily. In the meantime, everybody around them could laugh about how useless the rich pretty girls were at real-life, important jobs. This month, I've struggled to figure out how to crack open a type of tree nut. This time of year is “ngali nut” season. Ngali (NAH-lee) nuts are about the size of almonds, once the hull and shell are removed. Many families have one or two ngali nut trees out in the jungle. Early one morning, at the beginning of ngali nut season, I walked with a few friends to gather ngali nuts to bring back to the village. I took along a machete and a woven bag out to the jungle.
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Written By Katie Harms This morning in my Bible reading, I was reminded afresh of the beauty and joy in the Gospel. The scene – Jesus has been asked to raise a girl from the dead, and in the commotion and the busyness of ministry, a woman reached out to touch Jesus’ garment. Immediately, she was healed. Twelve years of illness was gone in an instant. And Jesus’ words strike me with hope: “Take heart, daughter; your faith has made you well.” (Matthew 9:22). Faith made her well. She didn’t come to Jesus with her resume filled with her church attendance, children’s ministry, and hours spent feeding the hungry at the local soup kitchen. Likewise, Jesus did not send her away with a prescription for good works, which would ready her body and soul for healing. She acted on faith, trusting that merely touching his garment would heal her. Too often I get caught thinking that I qualify myself for healing, service, or the Lord’s grace by my good works, and I’m left feeling discour