Favorite Stories from the Bible
View a brief presentation about the Favorite Stories from the Bible program.
Most of the Turkana people believe in a god they regard as omnipotent yet distant and uninvolved in the lives of people..
Our contacts in Russia request thousands of Bible story books to share in various parts of the former Soviet Union. Books are given to the Nenet people.
Slums are home to millions of precious children around the world. Slum children in Kenya often suffer from drunken fathers who cause miserable homes.
Books flood our market today. We tend to take them for granted. But at remote schools in Peru, the students have hardly any books to call their own.
Visitors gave a book with Bible stories, this is the answer to a prayer! That week, the precious Bible story book was stolen!
Many young hearts are deeply impacted as they learn about the love of Jesus through simple Bible stories.
My name is Ameula Marya. Ameula means “sick” in my tribal language. My parents gave me this name because I was sick at birth. I live in South Sudan and am 9 years old. I have one 7-year-old brother and live in a compound with my aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Far away in the country of Kenya lives a girl named Sentoya.* She is from a tribe of people called the Maasai. Sentoya is either eight or nine years old. She isn’t exactly sure. She was three years old before she was even given a name. Maasai parents don’t give their children names until they are three, because so many of the children get sick and die young.
While traveling through Western Europe on business, Vitali from Ukraine was involved in a terrible accident. As he lay on the pavement in excruciating pain with broken ribs puncturing his lungs, he heard the paramedics say, “He’s not gonna make it. Let him die.” At...
Come with me to the Andes Mountains in Peru, a country in South America. Today we are headed high up in the mountains with Daniel and his daughter Ruth. As we zigzag up the steep road, we see big steps carved into the side of the mountain. “These steps are terraces...