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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 Devotional Memoir

Night sky

Night sky. Stars lost in the city’s loud light.

Raised in a large urban center, I look back on my childhood. And remember something different.

Limited electricity. Unpredictable outages. 

Frequent darkness in the evenings.  

And stars.

Night sky. Image by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash.
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Momentary art

On beach vacations in my childhood, I made little sand bowls. Piled up a mountain of sand, scooped out the top, then slowly poured a cup of water in.

It baked in the tropical heat. And I baked in the tropical heat. Then, brushing away the loose sand, I lifted out a fragile oddly-shaped sand bowl.

The momentary art of a child at play.

The surf moved in and out. I sat in the vast ocean holding my little creation.  A large wave drenched me. The bowl dissolved. Wet sand ran through my fingers in the waves. Delightful.

Then I made another one.