by Pastor Sunny I took a deep breath and said, "Yes." Even as I spoke the word, I wondered if I was crazy. I was certain the church leadership would think I was being reckless. Yet deep down, saying yes felt like the right thing to do. On the other end of the phone was Pinky. She was calling to tell me that the Tribal Council of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation was inviting our church to come and partner with them in mission. I met Pinky a year earlier when I led an advance

Mrs. Kang (no relation) was one of the most generous people I have ever known. She worked the night shift at the Post Office and volunteered as a church secretary during the day. Her husband had purchased a dry-cleaning business, hoping it would become a nest egg for retirement. Instead, the business barely broke even. She once told me that their monthly bills exceeded their income. Yet somehow, every bill was paid. They never had extras, but they were never without what they

I thought it was cute, then I realized he was serious. Mr. Johanssen called and asked for Pastor Mia to make a hospital visit. Mind you, Mia was my five-year-old daughter. A month earlier, I was running errands with Mia when I learned that Mr. Johanssen had knee replacement surgery. Without a second thought, I headed to the hospital for a brief pastoral visit, with Mia in tow. We had a wonderful conversation with Mr. Johanssen, and before we left, I offered to pray with him