The beauty of this life of faith comes when we leave behind theological differences to celebrate the small part that each one of us shares in bringing spiritual food to people who have been going hungry for so long.
And I wonder... Do we teach our sons to be the ones who will stand up and shout "Look at the king"?
The memory of those crying seagulls made me feel homesick. Homesick for a place that I've never seen... homesick for the people I love who are already there... homesick for for a day when no one will get sick or die.
I believe the idea that a thing of beauty brings joy goes back a lot farther than John Keats... a whole lot farther.
“It’s not in vain that we gave everything up. When we finish, I know it will be a great joy for all of us to put the completed Bible in the hands of the Quechua people.”
Why don't you join us for a photo tour of this cultural event...
I couldn't believe how quickly all of these memories came flooding back into my mind when I saw those bread bags on my counter!
I don't like geometry. It's the only class in my entire educational career that I ever quit. It made my cry, and that was the only time I had ever cried in school.
I will freely admit that touching the jaguar was probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done!
I think that The Airport Dream is probably something that will plague me, and most other international travelers, from time to time.