My name is Hem Yoeun, and I come from Lor Edth village in Preah Vihear Province, Cambodia. For many years, I searched for peace through temple visits, idol worship, and offerings to the spirits. I gave what I could, hoping the spirits would bless me and heal the brokenness in my family—but nothing changed.
Then, in early 2025, a Christian family moved in next door. I noticed they didn’t make offerings like we did; instead, I heard them singing joyfully about someone named Jesus. Their home was peaceful, and I wanted to know why. When they visited me, they shared that Jesus loves us personally, carries our burdens, and gave His life for us. Their words touched my heart, and as I began reading the Bible they gave me, I discovered a God who didn’t ask for offerings but offered Himself. For the first time, I found real hope and peace in Jesus Christ.
On September 20, 2025, I was baptized and became His follower. Now I no longer live in fear or emptiness. Even when challenges come, I know I am not alone—Jesus walks with me. He has healed my heart, restored my joy, and given me a new family in His church. I no longer chase peace through rituals—I have found lasting peace in Jesus.
We’ve been telling the story since 1993.
Ninety-seven percent of people who have never heard the story of Jesus live in the 10-40 Window.
This is our mission field.
Gospel Outreach aims to be guided by four principles:
- Urgency: We know time is running out.
- Unity: We pull together and push forward.
- Efficiency: We wisely use the resources entrusted to us.
- Certainty: We act with faith and boldness.
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More than 3 billion people haven’t had a chance to hear the gospel. An estimated 97% of those people live in the 10/40 Window. They must be reached.
Indigenous Bible workers are most effective at reaching their family, friends and neighbors. Many more are needed.
Where does my gift go? 95% is used to hire Bible workers. Five percent is used for administrative support.
Gospel Outreach workers first met Aminah Mandacan about 8 months ago in her village of Karadiri Dua. The first time we met her was when we visited Karadiri Dua Village. The GO worker learned that she had family problems. One of her sons was sick outside the city and had not recovered for a year. Aminah couldn’t go to him.
The GO workers told her about the Bible story of Jairus and then prayed with her. They encouraged her to believe as well and come to Jesus, asking for the healing of her son.
It was many months before the GO workers saw Aminah again. She had traveled to be with her son in Manokwari. He recovered, and Aminah is grateful for the story the GO workers shared with her.
Aminah learned that the GO workers attend church on Saturday. She wanted to know why. When the GO workers shared Bible texts with her, Aminah asked more questions. Then she told the GO workers that she wants to know more about the Bible.
Seven-year-old John is a special child— cheerful, bright, and full of energy. However, when he does something wrong, it can sometimes be difficult to correct him. If you try, he may scream or throw a tantrum. Despite this challenge, John is an intelligent and curious student who loves to learn about the world around him.
In his class at Sunshine Orchard Learning Center, John listens carefully and enjoys answering questions. Sometimes he gives the right answers, and other times he simply enjoys sharing what he knows.
Ma Chi, John’s teacher, often tells Bible stories to help the children learn about God’s love. One time, during our lesson about Noah and the Ark. Ma Chi told the class how Noah invited people to enter the ark, but they refused and mocked him. Ma Chi explained that after seven days, rain began to fall, the waters rose, and a great flood covered the earth. Those who disobeyed and mocked Noah drowned and died.
When John heard this story, he became very emotional. With tears in his eyes, he shouted, “They don’t have to die!” and began to cry. His heart was so kind and full of compassion that he couldn’t bear the thought of people dying.
Little John has suffered much loss during his life, experienced war, and seen death. The war in Myanmar drove him from his home. But, his heart is still tender to the idea of others losing their lives.
“Teaching children like John reminds me why I love my work,” says Ma Chi. “My goal is to help each little one know God’s love, to learn, to grow, and to understand that through every part of life, there is always a loving hand guiding them.”
My name is Somwati, and my husband’s name is Harnam. We live in Khaspur village in Ambala district, Haryana, India, with our seven children. For years, our lives revolved around our Hindu faith and the traditions of the Jogi caste. I built a temple in our home, filled with idols and pictures of many gods and goddesses. People from our village came to worship, give offerings, and ask for blessings. We sang religious songs, played instruments, and performed ceremonies to heal the sick and drive out spirits. I was respected by many and considered holy because of my long, matted hair—yet deep inside, I still longed for peace that rituals could not give.
That longing grew stronger the day our eldest son became sick and died despite all our prayers and offerings. My heart broke, and my faith began to crumble. During this dark time, I met a kind woman named Rajkumari who told me about Jesus. Her words touched something inside me, and when she invited me to her church, I went.
At first, I was afraid and stayed outside, ashamed to enter a place where people of “lower” caste worshipped. But one day, I found the courage to go in. There were no idols, only joyful singing and words from a holy book called the Bible.
As I listened, an incredible peace filled my heart, and for the first time in my life, I felt free from fear and burden. That peace changed everything. When I returned home, I could no longer look at the idols in my temple without feeling sorrow. One day, I gathered them all and put them in a sack, asking the pastor to take them away. As they left my home, it felt like darkness lifted from my soul. I cut my hair, the symbol of my old life, and was baptized with my whole family. Now we follow Jesus, and our home is filled with songs of joy, not fear. The peace I searched for in rituals, I finally found in the love of Christ.
