The missionary stopped and went to check on the woman, we all shrugged and got out of the vehicle and followed.

I couldn't stop thinking of Andy waving goodbye to us from the front porch.

For most of us, doubt has crept in from time to time over the years. The Easter story is not that simple is it? It balances precariously against the virgin birth and begs the question, "Are you crazy?"

I knew that in light of this experience, there was no way I could possibly go back to the States and live my life the same way.

They didn’t believe that I was a born and raised American.

Some days it may seem like I am not doing anything of significance.

If anyone had a good excuse to “sit this one out” it was these guys.

The statistics tell us what we already feel, it's not that common to be called to full time missions.

I remember the feeling of the lump that moved to my throat when he looked at me and said, "Would you like some Shari?"

One block away my granddaughter pierced my bruised conscience,
"I wonder what her name was?" she asked.
Ouch.

We can not shrink back in fear.

How odd to have the tables turned in such a way, for the missionary to become the mission.

Jesus had been shot.
For obvious reasons the scene  was supposed to cause the viewer great turmoil as the camera man panned over the bullet holes.
But, I felt no turmoil.
Instead, I laughed.

The first round of “God, please get me on this flight” prayers started from when I walked to the check in counter late, a mere 30 minutes before take off.

So far this week there has been one victory!  Our team is working on number two right now.  What are the lives of one or two Thai bar girls worth?

The funniest thing is that usually I think I do a fairly good job of washing…
Until I visit America.