I am a TCK (Third Culture Kid) who grew up in Melanesia and who serves as a missionary and writer in Central Asia. I have a gracious and wonderful bride who has been with me through many a misadventure, and together we have several mischievous offsprings. I love history and intercultural realities and gleaning wisdom wherever it is to be found. I am also haunted (in the best sense) by the lovely echoes of the coming resurrection. My hope for this blog is to simply contribute to the ongoing conversation on missions, wisdom, history, resurrection, and anything else that is worthy of thoughtful sipping and delight. Speaking of sipping, I’m glad you’re here. Grab a hot cup of something good, pull up a chair, and enjoy the conversation.
Why the title, “Entrusted to the Dirt?” Well, this is a phrase from our local language that refers to death. It resonated with me from the moment I first heard it, because it implies resurrection. To entrust something brings with it the expectation of receiving it back after a period of stewardship. For believers, death is not really death, but a temporary thing. In this sense, this local language idiom bridges back to the resurrection of Christ – and can bridge forward to our own coming resurrections. When we consider that we are even now, while living, made of dust, we see how God has entrusted much to the dirt – his mission, his glory, and even himself. What a wonderful and mysterious juxtaposition.
-A.W. Workman
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Entrusted to the Dirt 