This is Sarah

For those of you who read the Faris newsletter, this is Sarah. For those who have just learned about DSM, this is the oldest daughter of the founder of the aforesaid ministry.

Why am I writing the posts now? The short answer: I work here. The long answer: I graduated from high school, and, once I discovered that I needed to wait about going to college, the DSM board of directors hired me to take on some of my father’s work, to give him more time to do language work.

Facts about Sarah

little SarahNow don’t get me wrong; I love writing and look forward to creating these posts for you. Because I took two English courses during my senior year of high school, I gained a college credit for Language and Composition. I also enjoy reading books and composing essays in my spare time.

Over a span of thirteen years, I have intermittently lived overseas. Thus, I have acquired a plethora of idiosyncrasies, such as extreme verbosity, or using a lot of words. However, I will do my best to keep things interesting and  somewhat logical.

As a fourth or fifth generation Christian, I have practically heard the Word of God since birth. Also, you could say that my parents raised me in church. Some people might think that such a situation is enough to make them a Christian; however, that notion is incorrect. You can’t get to heaven by hitching a ride with your parents: you have to accept Jesus for yourself, like I have.

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Luggage, food, and lasting impressions of Dakar

This post was written while we were in Chad.

We watched the sun rise this morning from the porch, for our last time, until next time we are in Senegal. A last day puts a priority on getting some last-minute things done, and for us, it meant my going to the marketplace. faris041 luggageWe were invited over for supper at the home of a Canadian couple serving here in Dakar.

As Will and I watched the chicken marinated in St. Hubert sauce roast on the gas barbecue, he showed me their micro garden of squash growing on little tables with peanut shells 5 inches deep. It was incredible how much they were invading the planters they were in! We’ll have to try this in Chad.

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From life at home to life overseas: your adventure awaits

Male hands crossed for prayer in dark place

This post was written while we were in Chad.

You are a Christian with a vibrant relationship with Christ. You spend regular time studying His Word and with His people in an awesome church.  At the same time, you feel like God is calling you to live “somewhere else”. You’d love to serve Christ overseas… but the idea raising support scares you to death.

However, the traditional way to get overseas isn’t the only way to fulfill the Great Commission. Thanks to the internet, there are many new ways to find or create a job and earn your living. You can go anywhere Christ leads you, using the skills you have acquired, or gaining new ones while overseas.

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Withdrawal of resources, unlimited grace

This post was written while we were in Chad.

We are struggling lately with the basics here at the orphanage. I go to the bank a few times on the weekend for a withdrawal our monthly rent from the ATM. However the dispenser is either down or turned off. We have to wait on this issue before we make a withdrawal of money for our regular living expenses. Now we are starting to draw from our savings. It is the beginning of the month, so the typical rush on the bank is happening now.

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Fish Distribution Center, or Fishing Classes?

The Parable of the Lonely Fisherman

Once there was a successful fisherman in a remote village.  At that time, no one else knew how to fish. Consequently, there was no danger of him losing his job.  He was the only one with “fish stories” to tell.  It didn’t matter how small his catch was.  ITraditional Icelandic Fisherman (source: Wikimedia)t was always the best catch of the week.

He was the hero of the village, because he was the only one.

However, as time went on, the fisherman felt lonely.  He missed his wife, and his kids hardly knew him.  Everyone depended on him to provide fish for the village, so much that he was always out in his boat, no matter how bad the weather.  Whenever he was sick in bed from being out in the boat so long, he would always have to work even harder to catch up afterwards.

Finally, the master fisherman could stand it no longer.  He chose several young men and brought them out on the boat with him.  It was a struggle, but he paid for their fishing rods and nets and other essential equipment.  Then he taught them everything he knew about fishing.  He didn’t hold anything back.

No longer lonely

His students were quickly able to pay him back for the fishing rods and nets from the profits they were able to earn from their new skill.  And from that day on, though newcomers to the village didn’t know his name, the master fisherman was never without friends.  Everyone who could fish, and their relatives, would remember the day that he sat beside them in his boat, teaching them the secrets of the deep.

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