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Out of Egypt
Today’s lesson is painful. With frustration and disgust abounding this morning – even in my first waking thoughts – I was stewing and storming about the house as I attended to my morning chores. Thusly prepared in heart and mind I snatched up my Bible for morning reading – hmph,...
A Good Name
Proverb 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold. I use an African figure to depict Noah. This helps people to put themselves into the story. Learning to draw the African face has been...
The Nature Channel
Stephen is gone for a few days, the dogs are laying on the cool tile floor digesting their dinner and I, with a cup of Ovaltine, am watching the Nature Channel. On the inside of our screen is a adult mantis – called an imago at this final stage of...
The Bride Price
Now several years old, this photo is well worn from the many hands that have held and caressed it I enjoy showing my African friends, especially ladies, my picture of our daughter, Danielle, and her family. They will intently look and look all the while asking...
Stars of the Morning
John 3:19 This is the condemnation that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness Isaiah 45:3 And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and the hidden riches of secret places I have been up since 3:30 this morning unwillingly forced to listen to the drunken...
Death Bed
It’s only 7:45 in the morning and this is the condition of my day? Really? Dirty dishes from yesterday are still piled on and around the sink. The unmade bed is loaded with clean, waiting-to-be-folded laundry. Freshly washed laundry is waiting to be hung on the line. Supplies which came...
A Merry Heart
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. A little girl is wildly laughing; her mother, however, is not; she is upset and barking orders in Mende to the amused child. I turn my attention from my work...
Meeting the Son
Planting out cucumber sets. It was a slow morning and my body just didn’t feel like dragging itself out to the garden. Gardening in the tropics is very challenging and often sorely discouraging. Eventually I made it out there but much later than my typical time...
Laura, doest thou well?
The hills were cloaked in the morning mists of the early rainy season; so lovely to look at but also indicative of the condition of my heart. I had just finished reading the book of Jonah and while sitting on the veranda in quiet meditation, my eyes fell on a...
My Home in the Hills
The Kangari Hills in predawn light during the rainy season Like a battalion of timeless sentinels, the rolling Kangari Hills silently stand watch over our village. Baomahun is completely surrounded by hills, it’s like being in a bowl; every direction one looks there they are,...
