Deeply Rooted in Christ
Our Towns is really our Tale of Two Houses. Ah, the complex fascination of expat life! (Read between the lines: challenging, frustrating, but ever so blessed!) In fact, during lunch with some new acquaintances recently they asked, “So where are you from?” Our response? “Um, have you got an easier question?” So, to make my long story brief…
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I can picture her still so old and frail, hobbling up the steep hill leaning on her pair of homemade walking sticks. “What do you have there, Zia (Aunty)?” my husband asked, pointing to the open-mesh bag on her kerchief-covered head. I just gaped, wondering how many other nasty things she’d carried on that seldom-washed, dirty kerchief!
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Tickets? Ready! Passports? Ready! Our eight suitcases bulged with the little we owned, including eight teddy bears! Other than one box left with my parents, a small stash of money, passports and other documents, that was all we had in the world. Luggage? Ready! At last! We were finally ready to leave for the mission field! Italy here we come!
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Why is it, I wonder, that people expect glowing reports in missionary letters? Do they see us as super-human? Always strong and victorious. Never any needs. Never down, depressed, or discouraged. Never making mistakes or sinning? And always doing great and mighty things for God.
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