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Kindle the love you had at first

Sheung Un is nurturing a culture of lifelong learning among seminary graduates in China.   This year we will provide graduates with a copy of Love as We First Met by Dr Benjamin Wat and Dr Rachel Wat-Lai. “In our ministry journey, we meet brothers and sisters with...

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One sows, another waters

I was born in 1999 in Ormoc City, Leyte. I am the youngest of two children. We were raised by God-fearing parents. We were Roman Catholic and each night we prayed the rosary and recited the Angelus. From my father, I learned to trust God in...

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Thank you, John Harrower

Pioneering publisher and bookseller Beatriz Buono honours outgoing SparkLit president.   I served with John and Gayelene Harrower in the shadow of the military dictatorship; a time of great fear and pain in Argentina. Without their example and encouragement, my family and I would not be who...

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John Harrower retires from the SparkLit Board

Last year John Harrower concluded 31 years service on the boards of the Australian Christian Literature Society and the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge Australia; now known as SparkLit. He was president from 2005 to 2021.   John Harrower arrived in Argentina with his wife Gayelene, and...

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Here am I. Send me!

In Japan we say “the nail that sticks up will be hammered down.” We are expected to be like everyone else and not shame our family.    My parents were the first believers in my family. This caused conflict with their parents. When we went to church...

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We Will Sing to the Lord a New Song

I was born in Panawac, a remote village in Pacong County. My tribe is Dinka, my clan is Agaar. We are a stubborn, unforgiving and hostile people.   During the rainy season I looked after the goats and worked in our garden to grow food. In the...

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As in Christ God Forgave You

Whack! The orphanage director picked me up and slapped my cheek.   “Why did you hit me?” I protested.   Whack! He slapped my other cheek even harder. Tears rolled down my face. Nobody came to my defence.   “Salute during the national anthem! This is no time to play!”   “But, the...

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I was hungry and you fed me

You can help Joshua Ogaro bring hope to the helpless.   My name is Joshua Ogaro. I am from Sengera in Kisii county, Kenya. When I was five years old, my father got tuberculosis and my mother suffered from malaria. After my parents passed away, I met...

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You can’t please everyone

A new believer encourages magazine publisher Gökhan Talas to keep going.   Sezai contacted us online in 2019. He subscribed to Miras magazine and requested a copy of our book Voice of the Martyrs. He was unsure and afraid.   Sezai is from Artvin, a city on the Black...

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