The first time we met John he walked up to us hobbling and grasping a tall wooden staff which he used to walk. He is an elderly man, not certain of his exact age—as is common in many hyper-rural third world situations. He heard through the village grape vine that some missionaries had come and […]Read more "Old Man John"
I was recently driving from Denver to a small town in Nebraska called Franklin. About 40 miles from my final destination, while driving through a small town called Long Island, Kansas, my 95’ Blue Ford Explorer suddenly stopped moving forward when I pressed down on the gas pedal. It was by the grace of God […]Read more "God Provides"
My story of His glory (part 3-ish)Read more "Comfortable Christianity"
Sometimes all you need is a hugRead more "Unapologetic"