Tag: TCKs for Christ
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Aiôn-Eternity
Crossroads, Two roads and one destination, If we take this path, We may part or we may collide, It boils down to the decision, What steps shall we take?
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Ahava
The breeze in my hair, Glancing through the depths of its roots, soothing with care. Longing, This space and time deny my heart,
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Sparrow
i see the eagle and the sparrow the sparrow stands on the fence gazing over the field before behind it the eagle is perched perfectly upon the same…
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Joseph Delivered
A desperate storm of fingers Clutch viciously at my sides Their reign of spite and jealousy Their hatred my demise I gaze into their pupils A devil-kindled fire…
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The Clock is Ticking: Struggles in Making Friends as an ATCK
It’s true. With every new friend I make, it’s like a countdown begins. I feel a quiet dread — a cold, weary sense in my bones — that I have only a year, maybe two, to make this relationship matter. Like an invisible clock ticking down to my departure…
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Don’t Lose Your Compassion
It was a late-night scrolling session. I lazily swiped through people’s stories on social media as the algorithm brought up posts from people living overseas. “I’ve been in Korea for a month now, and I feel so at home. It’s amazing here!” someone wrote. Hmm, I thought. Classic honeymoon stage. Just wait a bit longer…
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TCK Voices: Not Danish Enough for Denmark
When I first arrived in Denmark, I had no concept of walking around freely on the street. My best friend, bless her poor confused brain, had to explain why we were allowed to walk around town, and why I couldn’t go around sticking my head in other people’s mailboxes…
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Doubt, Disillusionment, and Daring to Live in the In-Between Places
I began to build castles in the sky during those early years, castles that in time would fall and crush me beneath their impossible weight…
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The Crucifixion
A crown of thorns, woven by human hands, pressed against His brow, where sweat and blood mingle like unanswered prayers, dripping onto the dust—
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The Rooster’s Call
Beneath the flickering lamps, his shadow wavered, a ghost of conviction turned brittle under dread…
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The Language We Lack
How much joie de vivre do we miss simply because English has no word for it? How many gems of creation, light filtering through Japanese trees…
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Time
…as time flies fast — unless GOD cuts its wings. But then time seems to simply start to run out of space. Time sometimes only brings…
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