Theology, opinion, fiction, and the occasional limerick.
On Wednesday the Rio de Janeiro teams Flamengo and Vasco faced off in a hard-fought game. The final score was 2 to 1 Vasco, to the sadness of Mikey and the great joy of his mother. What made this game memorable, however, was not the score, or even the spectacular goals. No, what everybody remembers…
In my last post I mentioned a “brush with death” on our way back from the MAB missionary conference last week. Several people have asked about it, so here–without further ado–is how it went down. Thirty-nine years is somewhat of a milestone–if for no other reason than that it is the last birthday before forty….
A couple days ago I posted a tribute to veteran missionary Harold Reiner, who had just entered the presence of his Savior. The following video was recently posted on Facebook by Harold Reiner’s daughter-in-law. With her gracious permission I post it here. The video was made in 2008, so some things are a little out…
Today I received word that pioneer missionary Harold Reiner had passed away. Ever since I met him in 1989, Harold has been one of my heroes. His son Tim had graciously invited me–then a seventeen-year-old kid who had never been outside of the country (Canada doesn’t count)–to spend two months with them in Brazil. Throughout…
Two nights ago I was awakened by what sounded like bare feet shuffling in front of our door. I jumped out of the hammock (ok, I half-rolled, half-fell out of the hammock) ready to do battle with the intruder. To my great relief, it turned out to be a medium-sized waterfowl (we still don’t know…
I am constantly in awe of the intrepid band of missionaries who planted the seeds of the Gospel in the northeast region of Brazil–the region where our family now works. These hardy men and women suffered tremendously for privilege of spreading the good news to the nordestino. It is an honor to be able to…
If you have not yet read Part One, you can do so here. Tuesday dawned bright and clear. I got out of bed and looked apprehensively out the window–wonder of wonders, our rental vehicle was still there. Excited about the prospect of getting to Florida, we bundled into said rental vehicle and pulled out of…
“Andrew, did you park your van in the driveway last night?” The voice penetrating my slumber belonged to Sally, our hostess for the previous two days. We had spent New Years day and the following Sunday at Capitol Allentown Baptist Ministries in Maryland, just outside of Washington DC. CAB Ministries has supported us faithfully ever…
Author’s note: This post has been edited for content to make it more “history” and less “commentary”. A few days ago I posted some video footage of Northeast Brazil in the 1950s. This next series of videos was shot about the same time. All four comprise a documentary made by our BMM missionaries for recruitment…
The following is a letter I wrote to a teacher who marked my son off for using the word “Indian” in reference to the Navajos. She preferred the term “Native American” as “Indians live in India.” Greetings! This is in response to your note about my son’s use of the term “Indians” in his assignment….