Our Missionary Blog

Isn’t it great how you can look back on your life and laugh? Or better yet look back at your kids lives and laugh!

Since there are no stores around and no access to shoes, walking barefoot is the only way our tribal friends travel.

A couple of years after we moved among the remote jungle-dwelling people, I was given a name by my tribal friends.

As the smoke rises and fades from sight, it reminds me of how the Bible describes our lives. It says our lives are like a vapor.

I am in the middle of life, the middle of parenting, the middle of ministry—I’m just plain in the middle of it all.

I have to admit there is something comforting about the whole sweet-potato process for me. It brings up a lot of good memories.

A few weeks ago, I started noticing a lot of praying mantis eggs and decided to collect a few for the fun of it so I could observe how they hatched.

I am happy to announce that I have successfully completed my first semester of college at Boyce College in Louisville, Kentucky.

It’s always fun to have a flight day, whether it’s to drop off supplies, go to town, or come back from town. There’s nothing like a flight over the jungle.

The Wilds are far from being an island. We live on one, but we don’t function like one. We are so thankful for everyone who makes up our team.

We are living proof that four brothers can live in perfect harmony with each other and are actually far better off that way.

Many accuse Christian teaching of destroying cultures, true Christianity actually preserves culture and it does this in two ways.

In our jungle home, we do eat a lot of American foods, but we eat plenty of foods that others back in our home country, the United States, never eat.

A couple of weeks ago, a young man came early in the morning saying that a woman was very sick in a village about three hours away.

When I look out at Misty Mountain (that’s what our family calls it), and I can’t help but wonder what interesting and unknown things are up there.

It wasn’t until I walked side by side with tribal people, planted my own plot of food, and weeded my own weeds that I saw for myself the effects of the Fall.

It has been so amazing to see the tribal church blossom. Today, so much has changed since many have understood and embraced the good news of Jesus Christ.

While flying, I always love to look down at the lush, rugged sea of green, which is the unspoiled jungle of equatorial Asia Pacific.

For many years, Iya’ and his wife have walked the treacherous trail from his home to our village to see God’s Word take root in this remote region.

I had an ACT test coming up and was not really looking forward to it. Doing the test here is a bit more of a commitment than it is in the States.

Yesterday I came in from enjoying a really nice evening walk with Mike to find all these beans in my kitchen!

It is such a great time in the life of this first generation church where, in so many ways, the tribal Christians have turned from fear to faith.

When we got back to our home with the tribe, we were met by some old friends awaiting for us on our bookshelves!

Our goal for this collecting trip was to make it to the top of the mountain and collect Trigonopterus weevils, butterflies, moths, and water beetles.