When I was in high school, I went on my first foreign mission trip. I was part of a small team from a local congregation in a really small town in Southeast Texas. We drove, what seemed like a very long time, from the lush forests of our region, thru prairie, coastal plains, and into what was scrubby desert-like country, that, like it’s inhabitants, was hardened by difficulty. I had started kindergarten, and was about to finish high school, in the same little town we had left some hours before, so I was seeing so much for the first time. It was a lot to take in. Continue reading “An Out-of-Building Experience”
I had a dream last night that I was being held in a foreign land on false charges.
I was innocent, and the person I was supposed to have wronged was even saying it wasn’t true. Nonetheless, I could not move on until the trial was over, which was being done “community style”. The whole village turned up to vote on my innocence or guilt, and they would play the role of judge. My ally, who was testifying on my behalf got distracted and started talking about things unrelated to my case, something important to him, that was a total distraction and delay of the case at hand. This incensed me, and I exclaimed aloud in protest. He was well-meaning, just distracted. It looked like it would not be resolved quickly, as the day was ending and the community would have to be assembled again to hear more and decide my fate. Continue reading “Detained on False Charges”
I have a good friend named Caleb Lorenson. In the forge of affliction our friendship was created, but that is another story. Maybe we will get back to that some other time. Let’s wrap the part about Caleb up by saying that I trust Caleb with my life. Enough about that for now.
Caleb has a friend named Samara, and she is a missionary type, like many of us are. Caleb and I were talking on the phone a few weeks ago, talking about a trip he had recently returned from to Thailand. We talked for quite a while, and in the conversation he reminded me about Samara, and that she was back from the race. I told him I really wanted to talk to her about it, because of my familiarity with The World Race. It is something of an emerging expression of short-term missions in my mind, and I have talked with the founder, the director, and some of the staff in person in recent years to try to understand what they are doing and why it is experiencing such growth. If Samara was willing to talk with me, in some ways it would make my exposure more complete. I was hoping to get something deeper than the marketing view. I did. Continue reading “Interview with a Former World Racer”
This is the first word that I ever received from the Lord, and I had been saved for about three months. It was the fall of 1985. Continue reading “Why The Nations?”