During our trip to Cameroon, our Avocado tree reminded us first fruits and the long game. This post also includes a discussion of Settlers of Catan (and other Engine Building Games), and finally a Where’s Waldo (avocado version).
On our last day in Cameroon, one of Anna’s best friends stopped by for a visit, and I got some video (through the screen):
On our recent trip to Cameroon, our pastor wanted to say a few words on camera
We’ve had some requests for pictures, so if this publishes, I was able to get some out this way. We don’t have bandwidth to send out pictures individually, but hopefully this will be enough.
Ecclesiastes tells us “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven” (3:1 ESV). We celebrated 23 years in Wycliffe Bible Translators this year, and we are feeling it’s time to make some changes. Much of what follows could easily be seen as the next logical Read more…
If trust is necessary for good relationships, how do we trust people who seem trustworthy (for any reason)? One answer may be trusting God to be good even when other people are not
Anna and I have been messing around with the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) personality inventories (a short, free online survey to find your type can be found here). I’ve been surprised not only to find this a point of bonding between us, but also that the theoretical basis and applications Read more…
We’ve been back in the states over six months now, so this update is long overdue; sorry. A couple months after our return, and we were having trouble thinking through how to communicate, and someone saw us in church and said Wow, you look tired. This turned out to be Read more…
“It’s me. Hi! I’m the problem. It’s me.” Most parents with a teenaged daughter could identify Taylor Swift’s ballad Anti-Hero. With a teenaged daughter in the house, we have all learned some Swiftie lyrics this year. And today, it’s my message to you also. I just want to say, if Read more…
a poem by colleague Sarah Gerig When I move between worlds my coffee always tastes bad. I open the coffeemaker to dump in my grounds, just like I did in my other world. But my scoop is new — larger and deeper — and I have to mentally adjust. But Read more…