I do not remember if the lab workers spoke Russian or Mongolian. Our Jonny was dying and we needed to know which organism to treat. The end of the story in the book reads: I never learned to say: poop in zip-lock bag.
To visit our children while in school in Nairobi, Kenya from Kigoma, Tanzania, it was three days on the road or three hours in the air each way. Six days of driving to see a basketball game or a school play, but well worth it. Pray for missionaries’ children schooling away from parents.
Check out The Drabble for a poem, Old to Joy, 01/17/18. Sign language is not universal; I know.
Easier said than done. Church doesn’t need to look like our church to be church.
Happy New Year from a Baptist Who Speaks in Tongues or Doesn’t.