This is the final part of a six part series written by Melissa Shaefer who interned with OMS Hungary doing refugee ministry in Europe this summer. Sometimes things cannot be truly understood until they are experienced. Simply hearing statistics and...
This is part five of a six part series written by Melissa Shaefer who interned with OMS Hungary doing refugee ministry in Europe this summer. What can be said about a place that brings equal amounts of pain and joy?...
This is part four of a six part series written by Melissa Shaefer who interned with OMS Hungary doing refugee ministry in Europe this summer. Πέτρας Ολύμπου – Petra Olympou – Stone of Olympus Walking into the Yazidi (learn about...
This is part three of a six part series written by Melissa Shaefer who interned with OMS Hungary doing refugee ministry in Europe this summer. Katerini, Greece, has been a home for refugees for almost a century. After the Greco-Turkish...
This is part two of a six part series written by Melissa Shaefer who interned with OMS Hungary doing refugee ministry in Europe this summer. This wasn’t my first trip to Serbia, but it felt completely new. The first time...
This is part one of a six part series written by Melissa Shaefer who interned with OMS Hungary doing refugee ministry in Europe this summer. Have you ever feared for your life? Have you ever wondered if your child would...
Fences are incredibly common in Hungary. Nearly every house has a fence with a well secured gate around it. Here fences are used to keep some people in and other people out. In the past 2 months, I’ve seen two fences...
Over the last couple of weeks, I have thought about a class that my wife, Kristen, and I took together at seminary called The Ministry of Hospitality. One of my former graduate professors, Dr. Christine Pohl, shares in one of her writings:...
I’ve heard it said that the job of a missionary is one of the most unpredictable jobs. The truth is I am blessed with the flexibility to be the hands and feet of Jesus whenever and wherever. Over the past...
We drove through cornfields and Hungarian countryside for barely a kilometer before we started seeing the clusters of people walking toward bus stops and train stations. They were recognizable by their dirty, disheveled appearances, their small packs and their weary...