For the Posts during Sparrow Walking
When Last We Spoke In my W8 blog, I mentioned that I was facing three options regarding this missionary journey I’ve been reporting about. I was undecided which option to choose. Option 1 The pastor of the Beaufort church suggested that I should settle down here in Beaufort, at least for a temporary time. I …
Best of Disasters It was the best of disasters; it was the worst of disasters. It was the miracle that wouldn’t quit; the evolving miracle that kept presenting new solutions. Maybe I’m using the wrong metaphors. Let’s try this one: I’m about to tell you about the ripple miracle. Phone of Misfortune or The …
Aaron, Charlie, Jake, and More It has been a long, hot week. I’ve walked past so many great places to pitch my tent… at 11:00 AM or 2:40 PM… and found it so hard to find a safe, comfortable, and level place to spend the night as the sun fades at the end of each …
When I prayed, “Lord GOD in Heaven, please send someone who will help me!” He showed me Mercy.
June 7th, 2022 Every Step Taken is Another Step On Tuesday, June 7th, I wandered back to the Greenway. There is a saying that people who encourage one to keep going like to say. “Every step taken is another step closer to your destination.” Those people have never walked a mile in my shoes. …
Big Things; Little Delays Because there was an online problem with this web site, I anticipated a one or two day delay to get it sorted out. My first task was to get it back up and working. When trying to open it, users would get a “secure protocol” error. As the owner and administrator …
Saying Goodbye to Dalton Yesterday, May 31st, was my last day in the apartment. As of today, this apartment is not my home. My lifestyle, built on having an address, a place to call home, is over. Now I have begun living a “walking without an address” lifestyle. I guess I’m officially homeless for the …
Ever have an idea that sounds great on the surface but turns out really dumb? Ever make you feel like you are riding on the short bus? My departure date is one month out, and I’ve made a short bus decision.
For my entire life, I’ve wished I could be a foreign exchange student in Europe, travelling by train, staying in Hostels, attending Cambridge. Or perhaps walking across America, recording the stories of the people I met, or playing chess or checkers with locals in Smalltown, America. Now, it will happen . . . but first, I have to get prepared.
