One of the longest times Alexis and I were separated from each other after we were married was when I went down to Haiti for five weeks to help with sanitation and community development initiatives in some disaster relief tent cities. There is lots I could say about that experience but what I want to … Continue reading The Mango Tree that could.
When I was growing up, my church had a section where people could come to pray alone with God or have others pray with them. It was available after pretty much every gathering and it was called the "altar". For the first number of years as a Jesus follower my understanding of grace was skewed. … Continue reading Altar
(The final section of a letter I wrote in September of 2005. Thanks for taking this trip down memory lane with me - Rusty) It took forever but we eventually made it to the other terminal, I eventually got through the right security checkpoints and security processes in the right order (eventually) and eventually I … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 4
(Still that letter from 2005 🙂 Half way through.) I look out the window. That is NOT Srinagar. Nope definitely NOT Srinagar. In fact it looks strangely like Delhi. I tap the man on the shoulder in front of me. "Excuse me ... did I overhear you say that you were going to Srinagar?" He … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 3
(Reminder that this is adapted from a letter I wrote home over a decade ago. Still worth reading I think 🙂 ) TODAY I get up at 4, share a Taxi to the airport with a german I just met from my hotel, am one of the first people in line and then am ushered … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 2
(This post is slightly adapted from a letter I wrote to some friends and family in September of 2005 - while we were still living in India and I was still pretty new to world travel and significantly more naive. I'm still encouraged by the overall event, though my perspective at the time does make … Continue reading Alexis’s first pizza dream part 1
I was bouncing along a dirt road in Thailand in the back of a pickup truck with a half dozen other young adults. We were traveling between a couple of schools in which we were performing some dramas explaining what Jesus meant to us and then breaking up into small groups to play games and … Continue reading Rusty’s Pizza Dream #2
Jason was sitting behind a desk chatting with a coworker on the other side of it. As they talked, the wall opposite exploded in shrapnel and a car burst through smearing the coworker and smashing through the desk leaving Jason crying in pain and bleeding out on the floor. I awoke. “Jesus no!” It took … Continue reading Rusty’s Pizza Dream