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 […]Read More Carnival of Cultures
“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 […]Read More Chim-Chimney!!
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 […]Read More Eyes on the Prize
“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 […]Read More Us, and You, and Berlin
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 […]Read More Safe House
“Germany” was the first word God gave her that day in the spiral-bound notebook she uses as a prayer journal. We had just arrived in Kona HI. We hadn’t yet introduced Katie to our new friends the Campbells nor had we yet met the scores of Germans we would eventually meet on campus. In fact, Katie […]Read More Germany, The World Outside Our Hearts
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 […]Read More What kind of god?
Just outside the visitor’s center to Yad Vashem, Israel’s world-renowned Holocaust Memorial and Museum, there are long lines of young and green IDF soldiers waiting to be escorted through the various displays and memorials. These displays are set up to try and show the growing darkness that existed, the evil that was portrayed, and the […]Read More Jesus, Our Living Memorial, Our “Yad Vashem”
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 […]Read More Whipping Potatoes for Yeshua