In my tropical childhood, I climbed the front-yard tree. Higher. For solitude. Rest. To simply be. Sitting on knobby branches amid green leaves, pink blossoms.
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This is why
“I think this is why I’m here.”
We heard it more than once in Karachi. From expatriates on short assignments. With various companies. Consulates. Schools.
They heard about the international church meeting in our house. And came on Fridays for worship. Cross-cultural living in this “hardship assignment” made them stop and consider what’s crucial. In light of eternity.
Myrna* was one of those. The religious environment in Pakistan made her more aware of spiritual things.
When asked about her faith, Myrna replied, “I’ve always been a Christian.”
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Still
In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
