Some weeks back I spent a few days deep inside DRC Congo. During the busy time I had some moments to glean a bit about the history of the mission station we were visiting. (This is the essay I wrote for the media team, but I'm allowed to share it with you all here.) There's something beautiful about a Cessna airplane tucked back into the edge of the rain forest at the end of narrow airstrip in the middle of Congo. And I found the people there beautiful too. The station in this remote outpost has been without missionaries for many years. And despite their struggles, I found that the church was still shining brightly. It warmed my heart. Read the essay here. And you can find the pictures here.