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Tamie Davis
Tamie Davis is an Aussie living in Tanzania, writing at meetjesusatuni.com.
Our church’s sermon series on faith is continuing, with a woman preaching yesterday. Imelda is the wife of Pastor Patrick, and he introduced her before stepping off stage and sitting down to listen. This is the first time we have heard a woman preach, in the year we have been […]
Estimated reading time: 4 minutes
After almost a year living in our new place, we thought maybe we should tie up some admin-y things, like telling our bank what our new address is. We tried to think about what we’d need to bring to do that, e.g. identity documents such as a passport, something to […]
Estimated reading time: 3 minutes
What Bible verse would you choose to share when visiting a family whose child has just died? Perhaps something about God comforting his people? Or something about the hope of the resurrection? (Maybe not.) What about Philippians 4:8? Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is […]
Estimated reading time: 3 minutes
Once upon a time there was a little dragon called Elliot. He lived in a cave with his Mama Dragon, Dadda Dragon, and little brother Callum Dragon. Elliot was a golden dragon and Callum was a pink dragon. The family loved each other very much and most of the time […]
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes
Pastor Dondo’s take on the life of faith from the example of Abraham in Hebrews 11 had three elements: willingness to be patient, to be obedient, and to sacrifice everything. Today Pastor Tausi took Abraham as the example of faith once again, this time from Romans 4. He had two metaphors […]
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes
Story 1: Msikwao is a young girl, early high school age who is seen at a river breastfeeding a child. The boy who sees her tells his father who gathers the village elders to interview her. She says she’s looking for her grandfather, and they question her about her past. […]
Estimated reading time: 5 minutes
Last night I wiped the tears and kissed the cheeks and hugged the skinny little body of my anxious three-year-old, who as he thinks about our trip to Australia, is constantly checking that Mama AND Dadda AND Elliot will be there too. “Please don’t leave me,” he sobbed. This is […]
Estimated reading time: 4 minutes