A Grave not forgotten

I read something today on my denomination’s website that moved me.

While I have been concerned by the ways short-term international trips have largely replaced local ministry involvement at my alma mater in terms of student enthusiasm and commitment (After Hours, the local outreach I founded at NPU was recently closed down due to a lack of institutional support), I was grateful for this very real and raw reflection written by a NPU student who visited Zambia.

I too was a young person whose life was changed by the red soil of Africa, and I remember that feeling of coming home to a world and culture and church that no longer made sense.

Thanks, Matt, for this piece. Godspeed on your cross-country bike trip!

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