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Ethnicity, Reconciliation, and Justice

Who's at Your Table?

During the summer of 1991, I ate at tables throughout southern China as I helped lead an ÂÌñÒùÆÞ Christian Fellowship Global Project in China. I was not supposed to be in China that summer.

The Life of God on the Reservation

Would Jesus eat frybread? That was the question 150 Native American students and staff from around the country gathered to discuss November 9–11 in Window Rock, Arizona (the capital of the Navajo nation).

Loving Jesus and Students: Daniel Bourdanné at Urbana 12

Daniel Bourdanné’s life was profoundly impacted by the ministry of the International Fellowship of Evangelical Students (IFES) when he was a student in Chad, his home country.

The Mystery of Nations

In 28 hours I can be in Thailand.  I just looked it up, thanks to the miracle of the Internet, although I use that term loosely (miracle, not Internet). Right this moment, I can book a flight from Chicago to Bangkok and be wheels-up to Thailand in six hours, carrying nothing with me except a messenger bag filled with beef jerky...

Can God Use My Vote?

How often do we view our citizenship as a gift that we’ve been given to steward?

Relearning Success as a Hmong American

The year I graduated from law school turned out to be a momentous occasion for my relatives. That year, not only did I graduate from law school, but I also had one cousin graduate from law school and another graduate from pharmacy school. 

Listening Leads to Multiplicative Ministry

When I moved back to Hawai‘i in 2007, I participated in Ho‘olohe Pono—a two week summer immersion into the Native Hawaiian community—to listen, learn, and serve with the aloha (love) of Jesus. 

Growing Up Latino in the United States (Borderlands pt. 2)

This summer, seventeen ÂÌñÒùÆÞ staff and students took part in Borderlands, a special track of the Los Angeles Urban Project. They spent time in Tijuana, San Diego, and Fresno to learn more about the issue of immigration and to understand the issue through a Christian lens. 

Buying Jesus Lunch

The train was taking almost twenty to thirty minutes to leave, when a man walking on his two hands and one foot, went onto the ladies’ train car.

Going Back to the Hood

My neighborhood’s the type of place ÂÌñÒùÆÞ students might visit for an Urban Project. It’s the type of place people lock their car doors as they drive through. Quite frankly, it’s the type of place young people don’t return to after college. 

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