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Early Sunday morning, my dad passed through death into the glorious presence of the Lord.

His faith became sight. 

And we grieve. But not without hope.

For he is Home with our Good Shepherd and King. 

Truly resting. 

In peace. 

John 11:25. Artwork by Julie.
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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Exiles

Exiles in Babylon. 

God’s Word to them felt deeply personal to us. During a particularly violent and unsettling season.

People were leaving our city. Families sent back to their home countries. Anti-American sentiment had ramped up more than ever. 

Should we leave? 

At one point my dad—who never, ever tried to interfere or direct us in any way—wrote “In my daily Bible study I keep seeing the words, ‘Flee Babylon…flee Babylon.” (Jeremiah 49:30; 50:8,16; 51:6)

Exiles. Image by Shahrukh Rehman on Unsplash.
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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

In flight

The young man apologizes as we get up to let him through to his window seat. We have a long flight ahead. Fourteen hours or so. 

Beforehand, I’ve asked for a heart attentive to His prompting. And for willing availability, boldness to share the gospel.

It’s not my first thought on airplanes lately, to be honest. I’d rather chill in my own little world. Enjoy the extended “pause” from daily tasks.

But as he’s seated, I pray for wisdom. To listen and obey.

In flight. Image by Luigi Laezza on Unsplash.