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eLetter
A Reflection on Black History Month
In recent weeks at IBC, we’ve been discussing the importance of wrestling with our own personal past—our life story—to better understand our present and God’s intentions for our future. This is a vitally important part of our ongoing spiritual growth and development. God has made us who we are through the formative experiences and relationships of our lives: though our heritage, our heroes, our high points, and our hard times.
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The In-Between Space
Growing up as a third-culture kid in homogeneous environments, I never thought about being Asian or South Asian. After all, no one ever asked me about my ethnic background. When people saw me, they knew I was from India.
Hope & Healing
When Jesus Was Tender and When He Was Tough
That voice. You undoubtedly know the difference when someone uses that voice. The conversation went from being lighthearted to now serious. As a child, you may remember actual examples when your parent got serious and “laid down the law.”
Hope & Healing
Visiting Graves on Easter
As fellow Hope and Healing participants, I know you get it. “It” being the daily tension of living between the “already” of Jesus’ first coming and the “not yet” of Jesus’ return. And for me, the tension really hits home during the Lenten season.
eLetter
Nets and Steps
When I first came to Jesus at the Union Rescue Mission in downtown Los Angeles, it was easy to respond and drop my “nets”. When I arrived, I heard the Gospel and responded to Christ’s invitation and began to follow.
eLetter
True Confessions of an IBC Staff Member
True confessions of an IBC staff member: I love my husband, but I haven’t always liked him.
eLetter
I Could Never Be a Missionary
The family poses awkwardly in front of the hut they now call a home. The dad sports his cargo shorts, safari hat, long socks, and button-down shirt. Mom shows off her handmade modest dress as she holds her two-year-old with one hand and carries her two-month-old in her baby wrap. The older children manage to painfully smile, hoping for the moment to be released to go back to play with their friends.