Chicken Blood for Breakfast

01Dec

Chicken Blood for Breakfast

How's this for a job description: "Bite the head off a chicken and drink its blood"? That's what Hindu priest Ayyappen Panayil did every day as part of his temple duties in Ponkunnon, India. It was perhaps not the healthiest dietary practice, and after 16 years of performing his daily chicken blood-drinking ritual, Ayyappen found himself suffering from a mysterious illness. Doctors diagnosed him with cancer and gave him only one month to live.

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01Dec

Tears for His Tormentors

"When he learned that I had been reading a booklet about a boy who found forgiveness through Jesus Christ, my father tied me to a pillar of our house and beat me with a stick. The next morning he lovingly told me, 'We Muslims should not read such books. They are haram [forbidden]. Because their books are so persuasive, we too will become Christians if we read them. What then will happen to our family? It will affect our whole life." Qississ' father, a Muslim Mullah in southern India, didn't realize how prophetic his words would prove to be as he lectured his eleven-year-old son.

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01Dec

Soccer Team Salvation

As captain of the local soccer team in the village of Wamuini, Kenya, Manu knew how to lead his team to victory on the field. Off the field, however, he was leading half of his teammates to be losers in life, setting an example of drug abuse and other criminal activity. His was a path of destruction. That all changed, however, when he met a man named Herbert Amukaya, whose story must first be told.

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01Dec

The Forgotten People

Wang Shou formerly had hands and feet. But over the past 44 years, he's watched them slowly disappear due to leprosy. He isn't able to walk on the stubs that were once his feet, so he ties the soles of shoes to his knees and crawls everywhere he goes.

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01Dec

Freedom Comes like a Flood

The moment seemed surreal. Here I was with a handful of Pakistani Christians whom I'd just met, sipping freshly-brewed tea, enjoying the hospitality of a pint-sized woman named Haquri—all while sitting together on the barren ground of an open plain. It was like a tea party on the moon. Haquri served us eagerly, and joyfully told us the story of how God had rescued her people from the flooding that devastated Pakistan.

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