It’s Christmastime in the City
As soon as I hear the opening strains of “Silver Bells” I’m transported back to the vestibule of Wild Woody’s discount store in Independence, Missouri. I was six, and dad would bring his electric guitar and play and sing while I rang the bell at The Salvation Army’s red kettle.
Dad’s velvet baritone voice and his smooth jazz chords would echo in that vast space as shoppers scurried in and out: Continue reading →
Spontaneous visit to the north coast
A new friend at the Lae corps.
On a recent Thursday we were asked to travel to Lae, and Tuesday morning we were on a small jet scooting over the mountains to the north east coast of PNG. We were a little stressed to just suddenly drop everything Continue reading →
