Monthly Archives: November 2017

World of Spirits

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Spirits. Good. Evil. What is this thing, this world of spirits? How real is the unseen world? Do invisible personalities carry influence, power with people – sometimes over them? I pondered the questions off-and-on. Growing up in the Pentecostal tradition, I had heard things about the spirit-world referenced plenty of times. Demon-oppression – Spiritual warfare – Deliverance ministry, and the…

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Megabites

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“Safari Ants!” We shot from either side of the bed – sheets, pillows, blanket flying – flailing through mosquito netting like flies exiting a flimsy spider web. All was pitch black in the thatch roof hut. My wife and I had been asleep less than three hours when the miniature flesh-eating troops attacked.  “Ouch!, Ah! Oh!! Ouch, Ahh!!” “Where’s the…

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On A Hot Tin Roof

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Clueless as to its structural soundness, we crouched low and crawled on – upward, higher – atop the old church roof. Then came the loud crack of splintering wood. Bukuria Mission Station rested near the top of a long sloping hill. Well before my wife and daughter and I moved there a student dormitory fashioned of sun-baked earth had got…

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Say What?

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Street-preaching in the 70’s with my college peeps on San Antonio’s Houston Avenue left me stumped one Sunday afternoon. A well-groomed young fellow, perhaps a businessman, approached after being assailed with a volley of ‘repent and get saved’ appeals. “Excuse me”, he said courteously, “would you mind if I ask a question?” I nodded agreement. “Why are you guys so…

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Sandbox Showdown

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Before, this afternoon I had never laid eyes on a spitting cobra. Not up close, not uncaged out in the wild. And clearly, not mere steps from my children’s sand box where they often played. The serpent measured seven feet. “Mpiga, Mpiga (stone it, stone it)!” Twenty children’s excited voices shattered the mission station’s quiet. They had come upon the…

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Nairobi Heartbreak

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I had shut the kerosene flow to the lanterns and, as typical on a Bukuria Mission night, we had fallen asleep by 11:00 p.m. and for an hour all was quiet. That changed. Ann’s bursting cry of pain shocked me awake. “Honey, what’s wrong, what is it?” My dear wife, young and lovely – missionary mom to our toddler and…

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Mr. Buckley and Baby Scott

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“And, Mommy, that’s Bohkeh and her sister, Rozi. There’s my friend Mwita with his uncle Chacha. . .HI Mwita, Hi Mzee Chacha!” Julie was leaning out the car window, waving. It seemed our three-year-old social butterfly knew every name in the tribe. Was more than eager alerting them to her presence. “Honey, we should get ready to leave for Nairobi….

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