Stephen & Laura Holt | Sierra Leone, West Africa

Letters To My Friends

How Beautiful The Feet

The pastor’s wife then made her way to the platform to sing a closing song. I’m quite astounded as she begins to sing and the opening words take my breath away. Truly, how beautiful is the body of Christ.

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Of Coming to Terms

Living between the jungle and the desert has taught me that sometimes it really is alright to compromise my self-imposed standards for house keeping. But I still set the terms and boundaries for the peaceful coexistence with the local environment.

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Sorrow Not As Others Which Have No Hope

I cannot count how many times I have listened to the mournful wailing cries of grief emanating from the burial grounds just through the bush to the west of our house. Today, for the first time, loud songs of praise were raised from the hearts and voices as members of our little church gathered in that lonely, sorrow-filled place…

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Too Much Love?

In the sharpness of the moment, the Lord tenderly brought me through the lesson again. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son.” What does it mean to So Love? God’s love was so great that it motivated him to action.

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The Life of the Flesh: Part III

Would he take the dying woman to the hospital, was Michael’s earnest plea. Stephen quickly went home, gathered a few things and was off in our truck/ambulance to pick up the woman at the town clinic.

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Im-Pressed

Date of original journal entry:  August 2010 II Corinthians … pressed out of measure Today I cleaned the cobwebs off my iron and put it in a storage bin.  Having discovered at our rented house Allen Town that a closet is a deep, dark, inviting haven for mosquitoes and – yuck – super-sized spiders, we…

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White Girl

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Sounds good but for a white girl in West Africa, the results can be a little humorous as you’ll see in these two short stories.

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Coming Rain

As I tucked the bean seeds into the warm earth I could hear in the distance, beyond the hills glowing golden with the setting sun, the sound of thunder; the promise of coming rain which would meet my seeds in the soil.

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