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Crossing Cultures Memoir

New patterns

During our second month in Pakistan, our family of three traveled north to Murree. For a month of intensive language learning and cross-cultural adjustment. 

We stayed in one of several flats (apartments) that made up an old house on the side of the mountain. 

And began learning new patterns for living.

Language study. Shopping for groceries. Cooking with new ingredients. Boiling our drinking water. Washing clothes and hanging them on the line.

Breathing fresh mountain air eased the adjustments. New friends helped us find our way. 

Murree. 1992.
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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Handful of disciples

After the Resurrection. After the coming of the Holy Spirit. The Lord uses a handful of disciples. 

Making His way known through the few. 

Living sacrifices. Faithfully taking the gospel to Jerusalem. Judea. Samaria. And the ends of the earth.

They’re the talk of the Roman Empire.

To the ends of the earth. Image by Kirk Lai on Unsplash.
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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Sent ones

It hit me in a different way that day.

The gathering of family and friends to commission this latest group of sent ones. Newly trained. Now on their way. To places all over the globe.

It hit me when I saw the expressions. On parents’ faces. 

Pride. Joy. Grief. And for some—uncertainty. Perhaps, even anger. 

The time had come. For releasing their kids and grandkids. To travel across oceans and borders. Into a new and different life of serving in another culture. 

Praying for sent ones. Image by imb.org