When I was pregnant with our first kiddo, Michael and I were invited to a missions conference at my home church in NC. In the kickoff event, we missionaries were invited up on stage under the glare of a dozen bright spotlights and introduced. I remember standing there a little dazzled, feeling the hot lights... Continue Reading →
Somebody at Oxford
This morning I had a nice stroll through C.S. Lewis’ garden and this afternoon I oggled Jane Austen’s handwritten stories. Really. I am sitting in a café next to . . . who knows? Professors, students, travelers like me, here from the four corners of the world, perched above a street that a hundred heroes... Continue Reading →
