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David Sills

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FIRST-PERSON: Why read missionary biographies?

Missionary biographies, David Sills writes, relay wisdom and counsel from "the lives of those who went before us, who ran the race and finished well."

FIRST-PERSON: A September memorial day

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--It was one of those travel days you hope to avoid, and once you're in the middle of one, you hope to forget as soon as possible.

FIRST-PERSON: A stream of missional consciousness

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--What's in a name? New words and terminologies arise with increasing frequency these days.

FIRST-PERSON: Reclaiming contextualization

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--Preachers and missionaries must continually strive to communicate the Gospel so their hearers may understand the message and embrace Christ as their only hope of salvation.

FIRST-PERSON: Not forgotten

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--One of the difficulties of serving as a missionary is battling the oppressive feeling that you are laboring alone, buried in obscurity and forgotten. The struggle is harder when you are serving in a country where the general population doesn't even want you to be there. It grows heavier when friends from home forget to write. The devil tempts you to believe that they have also forgotten to pray and that you are making no difference.

FIRST-PERSON: ‘Can I go to heaven when I die, too?’

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--I was in Peru recently helping to train some national leaders. As always, I was so thankful to be able to travel to teach humble Christian workers like these students. They are sincere believers striving to do the best they can with the little they have. It always humbles me how appreciative they are and how much they sacrifice to come and be a part of the few training opportunities that come their way.

FIRST-PERSON: International crime victim

LOUISVILLE, Ky. (BP)--In one sickening moment, I realized that the thieves had taken my only connection with the outside world. By “the outside world,” I mean the English-speaking, police-patrolled comfort zone I had left behind in the United States. By “connection,” I mean my quad band, e-mail enabled cell phone.