You and I thread our way through the crowded souks of Jerusalem’s Old City, our feet occasionally stumbling on the ups and downs of the ancient white-limestone walkways. We dodge carts of supplies and the clever shopkeepers trying everything to draw us into their stalls. Signs high overhead in Roman numerals indicate the “stations of the cross,” charting our route (and more importantly, our Savior’s) along the Via Dolorosa. We round the corner where Jesus…
(another Story of the Pendulum) Photo by Clay Quarterman In 1895, a group of Reformed immigrants from the Netherlands, France, Switzerland, and Austria formed a congregation and built a lovely church in Odessa, Ukraine. That’s a major port city on the Black Sea. Atop the steeple stood a heavy, ornate cross made of iron. Within the first two decades of church life, the Bolshevik Revolution struck. Communists working to establish the USSR murdered and imprisoned…
I find clocks intriguing. While they tell us the hour and minute, old clocks also have “witnessed” turns of events–some quite amazing–in their lifetimes of ticking. Growing up in Dallas, Texas, my dad occasionally drove us past a large church with a clock just below the steeple. He liked the reminder on its face: “Night Cometh.” Sometimes, he would quote what Jesus said, when He healed a man born blind. “We must perform the deeds…
If this journey interests you, I cordially invite you to follow the blog and rejoice at what God is doing in the world and also pray for the many people and situations still needing help and hope. My husband Gary and I have served internationally through video and teaching since 1988, and our colleagues and friends seem to enjoy hearing stories about the fascinating people and cultures we get to meet. Interviewing people who share…
