Running Life’s Race With A Limp

Fifty ~ Golden

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Make your fiftieth anniversary memorable. We needed little help meeting that assignment. Our terrific B&B of choice lacked sufficient heating reserves to counter the bitter cold pounding its harsh winds against our room’s exterior wall. The host responded promptly to our Midnight SOS, and transferred us to a cozier room. A while later the breakfast table found us  – if a bit bleary-eyed…

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Staring Down the Elements

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Had I known that my dirt bike could well have landed at the bottom of a river before day’s end, I might have stayed in bed. Rains had been falling off and on for several days around Suna Mission, punctuated from time to time with pummeling downpours. My piki-piki slipped and slithered beneath me for miles along the muddy roadway,…

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Redeeming Pain

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The mission doctor drew his penlight back from my little girl’s ear and sent me a sympathetic look. His voice betrayed a strong Dutch accent, “The infection is bad.” The young doc had recently been assigned to Ombo clinic, a Catholic mission outpost in Migori village. I had brought our three-year-old Julie in this morning, hoping to remedy her nonstop…

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Prevailing Mercy

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Struggles and questionings aside, the call to serve helped anchor me. I believed the Lord had work for me to do and I pressed ahead, knowing he loved me, that he was after my best, regardless. Even as I wrestled with a sense of unworthiness and the feeling at times I was a junky heap of damaged goods, the assurance…

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Hidden Limp

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What about my demons? Joining up with Jesus in chasing out the devil, invoking his name, watching a man set free from fear, maybe even death. This is living! An other-worldly thrill comes on the heels of such triumph. But then, as with many of life’s highs, a larger reality finds a way of settling in. Troubling questions may follow….

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A Day of Thanksgiving

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“Somebody from his home village sent it to him. Someone with a grudge. The envelope with that stuff inside came hand-delivered yesterday and he’s been like this since.” I thought of the things that led up to this moment. ‘Curse updates’ don’t often happen in Oklahoma. But this thing seems really serious.  My friend, Jerry, had summoned the unusual parcel….

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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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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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