Carnival of Cultures

His words were terse and, presumably, direct in nature. The befuddled look on his face a clear sign of misunderstanding, he took the shrugs of his would-be sexual partners personally and with more than slight indignation. I had hopped the U-line in Berlin on my way back to the YWAM base. On this particular Saturday […]

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“and because he was of the same trade he stayed with them and worked, for they were tentmakers by trade.” Acts 18:3 While we are raising funds to go back out, Sam has taken a temporary job. He is working at Matchless Stove and Chimney, a business owned by Angie’s father. This will be covering […]

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Eyes on the Prize

This picture gives me smiles. A key element of focus is being able to adjust to the distance and to block out any distractions. Katie has a knack for this, and it serves her well in sports. She is able to keep her eye on the ball. This being said, focus is an area where […]

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Us, and You, and Berlin

“I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now. And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it […]

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Safe House

The guitar was a last minute thought and took up as much room as one of my kids. But since the kids were remaining behind this time with Sam, I reasoned there was more than enough room for it in the van. We set out for a ministry opportunity at a safe house for women […]

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What kind of god?

Starting at around 4am, competing loud speakers blare out their message six times per day. The noise is as distracting as it is discomforting. “What kind of god would enjoy that noise?” asked Katie as she listened to the mooing sounds. What kind of god indeed. Cluttered with shops that sell everything from vegetables, to […]

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Whipping Potatoes for Yeshua

Stephen stood in the hallway of the ministry center where our team is serving, his eyes welling up slightly. His wiry Middle-Eastern frame struck a sharp contrast to my 6-foot-1, 250-plus pounds. “I read what you wrote in the thank-you note,“ he said. And I could tell I’d struck a chord. He’d been blessed and […]

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