Tag: TCKs
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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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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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Home as Art, Home as Heaven
I looked around the blue-tiled room and sighed. There were no windows, there was no AC unit, and the summer heat was oppressive…
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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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Behind Every Door
…the Whole World and all there is, including your soul. Shadows stretch from the sun, seeking the end of the day…
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TCK Voices: Appreciate Where You Are
I was born in Colorado and lived there until I was six, when my family moved to Cyprus to be missionaries for the organization Youth for Christ. I lived in Cyprus for 11 years…
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Know Thyself: A Christian Journey to Self-Mastery
As a TCK, I know what it means to feel alone, even in the midst of a crowd. I have left friends behind and entered spaces where no one understands my background. I often find myself isolated in the midst of a crowd…
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Don’t Be Afraid of Missing Your Calling
I was angry with God. Was He trying to ruin my life? How could He be calling my family to mission work, as my parents claimed?
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