The sound of prayers mingled with the shouts of children in the village that day. Our team laid hands on a woman with a coal black smudge on her forehead and a wiggling baby...
The overland truck rattled and shook as the team made its way over roads that were more sand and potholes than pavement. When the unscheduled rains arrived...
Somewhere beneath the Canopy our Ministry lies
-Dan Hoyme
We held on white-knuckled as the little six-seater plane zipped through the mountains, barely skimmed the dense treetops and landed on the most remote...
He knelt down and took her feeble hand in his. The late afternoon sun broke through the thatch roof and cast shafts of light around the hut. It does not reach the dark corners. She is nothing more than a bit of skin thrown over bones. Jack knows why he is there, but does not know if that is even remotely possible...
Chris Dobson has come to talk about where he may fit in with Overland Missions. At 19, he would be a perfect fit for a sector volunteer. Philip Smethurst leans in, “You know what I would do if I were 19 years old and had the world at my feet? I would do something radical." more...