Consulting The Guide

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August, 1988. . . Really? I couldn’t believe the signatures facing me from the entry roster. Him? Really? “Hey guys, look over here. Guess who beat us up the mountain ten days ago. . . a president of the United States!” My two teens, their backpacks secured in place, sidled over. Some twenty names, including family members, were all penned…

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Blessing Waves

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The mid-twentieth-century tsunami sweeping inland from the coastal town of Mombasa carried with it no carnage, no loss of lives. . . no water. What the wave of spiritual awakening brought was a transformed culture among Kenyans, Ugandans and Tanzanians for years to come. “Only the power of the living Christ proclaimed in demonstration of the Holy Spirit can meet…

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Summit Destiny

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While the dance idea may suit some believers as they launch into a transforming life in Jesus, the metaphor likely won’t attract others. A mountain-climbing expedition may. The apprenticing pilgrim takes on a rigorous life if he is seriously chasing the call of Jesus: Follow me. More rigorous than a climber striking out for, say, Africa’s highest mountain peak. Our…

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Don’t Wait Up

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“You will sleep at my house tonight.” The stranger pointed to a thatched dwelling in the distance. His words came more as factual statement than invitation. The high school boy had emerged as I sat straddling my motorbike atop the gravel road not far from Africa’s largest lake. Daylight had faded. My bike’s head-lamp struggled to project its beam outward through…

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Invitation

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The membrane-cloaked calf lay still from exhaustion on the dew-soaked Bermuda grass. The little bull had, the past few seconds with the gallant aid of his mama, thrust his way outward from her womb and into Autumn’s sharp early-morning  air. Wanting to grow to be like Jesus comes naturally for any born-anew believer. It is as natural a thing as…

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Observing

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Observe Watching my Suzuki dirt bike hoisted onto a wobbling, home-built canoe at the edge of a flooded river, gave me pause. Did I make a smart move? My unsettled mind calmed the next few minutes as the two tribal men skillfully executed their self-assigned duties. I looked on in growing admiration. These fellas know a thing or two about…

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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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Desire

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Desire comes with being human.   The moment I launched as a newborn – right from the birth canal – I fought for air. Nothing going forward in life would ever trump the urgency of this one desire. Once my hunger for oxygen was met and my lungs were assured that there was more on the way, a second desire…

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