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Suffering for the Faith: A Story of Hope

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Web small AsiaxLanguage: Unspecified
Region: Central Asia

Despite difficult circumstances and continual waves of persecution, a pastor in Central Asia is helping build up the church in his region.
Oibek (his name changed for security reasons) was an unwanted child when he was born. His mother left him on the doorstep of a large family and disappeared...

Precious in His Sight: A Story of Hope

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Web small NepalLanguage: Nepali
Country: Nepal

My name is Krishna. I live in Nepal, and I am 11 years old. When I was 6, I lost my father to illness. That was when the struggles in my family began. Initially, my mother really struggled to provide for us. However, she was soon able to give us a comfortable life – even though I did not know how.

Life not Worthless Like Trash: A Story of Hope

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Web small Indonesia2Language: Sudanese
Country: Indonesia

Halim lives in Indonesia and makes his living by going on his rounds picking up discarded items and recycling them. Some call him a rag-and-bone man, while others label him a waste collector. On occasion, he even makes the effort to refurbish an item so that he can resell it at a better price.  This is the only way he knows how to make a living.

His Word Heals and Saves: A Story of Hope

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Web small ChinaLanguage: Mandarin
Country: China

A few years ago, a TWR ministry leader went to China on a field trip and he had the opportunity to meet Ruth. Ruth was anew believer then. She is married and had a 12-year-old daughter.  Her marriage, however, has been on the verge of divorce several times.  Ruth’s husband is a compulsive gambler, and she has been physically abused by him.  Not surprisingly, she has been leading a life filled with hurt, anger, and bitterness.

Flowers and Yellow Rice: A Story of Hope

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Web small IndonesiaLanguage: Indonesian
Country: Indonesia

I walked to the front of my house, afraid of what I might see. “What if it’s there again?” I wondered to myself.  Questions flashed through my mind: “What was going on? Who was trying to cause harm to my family? Who did we offend?” My heart sank the moment I laid eyes on the yellow rice and flowers sitting suspiciously on the front porch.  “How can something so seemingly harmless be full of ill intentions?”