The first overseas missionary I remember meeting was a single woman who lived in Africa. When I was a child, she stayed in our home for a week and gave me a lovely necklace of polished gray seeds that came from her beloved Angola. In the evenings, she told stories that danced in my young... Continue Reading →
Friends and Books
Maybe you have felt that reading a book is like making a friend, or that, picking up someone else's pages, you have made a connection across miles and time with the author. You read someone else's words and you think, Yes! I feel the same. As C.S. Lewis said, "Friendship ... is born at the... Continue Reading →
