I Am a Foreigner

Happy Kids from the Dominican Republic
Happy Kids from the Dominican Republic

Some smiling, happy kids in Santiago, Dominican Republic, who spent the day with us, learning about Jesus and hugging us randomly.

I don’t like that word. I don’t like to hear people called “foreigners” on American soil. And frankly, I just don’t care that much about the politics of immigration. I’m a Christian, a stranger and a foreigner in this culture. My citizenship is in another kingdom, so I’m odd and strange because of my beliefs and values.

Read More »

On Russian Soil

Yesterday, I headed out of Bentonville at about 6:30 a.m. for the Tulsa International Airport. On the way, I drove through snow and saw about 15 cars off the road and slowed down to about 25 mph. Finally I broke free in time to get to the airport to find our flight delayed a little over an hour. When we finally made it to Atlanta, our flight was delayed yet again, which turned out to be a blessing since Sue Husser was joining us from Louisiana and made it to the gate as we were boarding. Continue reading

Read More »