It’s 11 hours until church. I’m already a little bit tingly over the prospect. What? You think I might be a religious zealot? Au contraire, mon frère. I am zeaolous in my faith, but not like you might think. No, … Continue reading
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People have told me, on occasion, that I’m brave or that I was brave at some time in my past. I guess I was when I think about it, but I know what really is brave when I see it. … Continue reading
I’m cleaning up the Belize items over the next few days. No big content changes, but the joys of using a microkeyboard showed up with bad typos. Some of the photos are correct in my media library but display incorrectly. … Continue reading
Sorry about spelling. Luis, the director, speaking at graduation/Sunday morning worship in our mision roost in the jungle. … Continue reading
It rains in the jungle all the time. not always water, but nuts and leaves falling off trees, albino geckos falling out of the rafters in the dining hall, people’s electrolyte levels as the joy of. .. well, that malady, … Continue reading
