Check out The Drabble for a poem, Old to Joy, 01/17/18. Sign language is not universal; I know.
Easier said than done. Church doesn’t need to look like our church to be church.
Happy New Year from a Baptist Who Speaks in Tongues or Doesn’t.
Baptists, please give to the Lottie Moon Mission Offering. At Gentilly Baptist Church in New Orleans, after a little magic, I made the announcement just like in box #3. Pastor Dan corrected me saying, “missions not magicians.”
Our family played Monopoly in Mongolia using real Tugriks. Once you live in another country for awhile, you forget the exchange rate and just shop.
Cindy received her Tanzanian drivers license before me! No, I didn’t fail my eye exam. Death makes another guest appearance. Note: Cindy is driving on the right side. Maybe the cartoon should have ended in box 2.
Either it was Heathrow or Gatwick. Mandi coming in from Istanbul, joined us in London. We were on our way to the USA from Tanzania. I took a tumble, only my pride was hurt.
Seminary taught me how to read and dig deeper into the Word. Trying to communicate into another culture, is like one football team playing by American rules and the opponent playing by Canadian rules. Why would you not try to return a punt from the end zone?
Pray for missionaries as they communicate cross culturally.
There is the call from God. Then there was the other call. Cindy and I already agreed to go to Tanzania, but it was a place a few hours from Dar es Salam. Larry Pumpelly’s call to Kigoma stretched us. Three-days-out with six children.
When the Holy Spirit calls you, please answer.
The bats in Kigoma were dogs with wings. Every year hundreds of the bats roosted in our coconut trees. From this science lesson I learned bats don’t like early morning wake up calls.