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The will to live

The will to live

Iris Richard

Last year, during one of our aid projects in a poor community, we met Benson, a young freelance reporter. He offered to take some professional photos for our website. On... »

The road to faith

The road to faith

Iris Richard

I was born in 1955 into a family of blue-collar workers. At the time, Germany was in reconstruction mode after the devastation of WW2. “Work hard and grit your teeth” see... »

Willie and the five-minute favor

Willie and the five-minute favor

Iris Richard

We were just finishing up the distribution of 50 ten-kilo care packages to poor people—most of them widowed or disabled—in a hall at the edge of one of the largest slums... »

When at the bottom of the barrel

When at the bottom of the barrel

Iris Richard

The other morning I read a passage from Acts, where Paul, in his farewell speech to the church of Ephesus, talked about living life generously and working hard to make su... »

Opa and I

Opa and I

Iris Richard

My grandfather, whom I called “Opa,” and I were best buddies. He sharpened my instincts and shared his love for nature during our weekly hikes in the woods. Each weekend,... »

The power of gratitude

The power of gratitude

Iris Richard

In a video clip I watched on YouTube some time ago, one of the participants in a panel was talking about a trying time in her life that had led to serious depression. A f... »

My tapestry

My tapestry

Iris Richard

Have you ever felt like life took you down the wrong road, or that things just weren’t meant to work out for you? There was a time when my life didn’t seem to make any se... »

The snowball effect

The snowball effect

Iris Richard

Fred was 19 when our paths crossed—a troubled ambitious youth in search of purpose. After leaving home as a teenager, he’d tried many different ways to make a living and... »

The big leap

The big leap

Iris Richard

It was snowing when we packed the last items into the container that was waiting at an appointed lot in an industrial area, almost ready to be shipped. This was the last... »

Finding Jesus in unusual places

Finding Jesus in unusual places

Iris Richard

I was caught in one of our congested city’s dreaded traffic jams. The endless line of cars, trucks, and buses was crawling forward at barely a walking pace, while pedestr... »

Start with the frog!

Start with the frog!

Iris Richard

I’m someone who tends to go by inspiration, and I’ve long been bothered by my scattered approach to setting goals, so I was searching for an effective way to make it thro... »

Who is my neighbor?

Who is my neighbor?

Iris Richard

I was reading the familiar story of the Good Samaritan [[See Luke 10:25–37.]] from a well-illustrated cartoon Bible to a group of eight- to nine-year-old Sunday school st... »

The golden thread

The golden thread

Iris Richard

Before jumping into the day to tackle a long to-do list, I stopped for a half hour of devotional reading, prayer, and reflection. My Bible fell open to Hebrews 11, which... »