It is so much easier for me to "see" if I tell a story. This blog is one of the places that happens.

Hope on a Rope

Whether it was in the middle of the night or in broad daylight, nobody really knows. Four men, driven by hate, kidnapped a man, overpowering him, and threw him into a cistern. Left there, with no food or water, he was going to die. If he screamed, nobody would hear. It was useless to try to climb out. The walls were smooth, and there was no ladder. He “sank down into the mud” of that cistern and waited. Sitting on the cement patio of Elizabeth High School, those words “He sank down into the mud” (Jeremiah 38:6) jumped off the page of the Bible laying in my lap. My son ran by, warming up with his cross-country team, and I watched for a minute, thinking about what I just read. Jeremiah

Into the Unknown

Bars are not exactly welcoming on the front door of an apartment. It’s also a little troubling using two keys to open it, one for the barred gate and one for the spider-lock and dead bolt. After traveling all day to Venezuela, it was dark outside and we were tired. We dropped our bags and fumbled with the keys to our new home. It took a while trying to figure out the locks. The gate creaked as we opened it, and we could hear the dead bolt and spider-lock click when we jiggled and turned the key in the door. We stepped inside and found ourselves surrounded by painted cinderblock walls. It was clean but nothing like the house we left in Colorado. We knew nobody, and the tree frogs chirp

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