The 14-year-old next door has been playing the same tune on his ukulele for the past 3 hours. I repeat, 3 hours. He only knows 2 chords. The thing I find most exasperating about it is that I’m the genius who bought him the ukulele.

Why do they make this trip? Because they want what we take for granted—a Bible and literacy in their own language.

by David Robinson My wife Chris and I first became interested in Pioneer Bible Translators in PNG in about 1980. A former […]

by William Butler from The Storyboard – Summer 2003 It had been a long week of village checking and I was tired. […]

by Lori Urton I’ve seen the tears on my daughter’s face as we’ve said goodbye. I’ve been told by family that I’m […]