Group shot: Real Life Christian Church in Israel-Palestine.
Mud, Miracles, and Mr. Nixon: Our Safari Begins
The Bible Verse You Won’t Find in a Promise Book: The Fate of King Yehoram
And there I was when I woke up (part 1)
Taken for a Ride: A High-Stakes Arrival at Ilboru Safari Lodge
Into the African Night: A Leap of Faith at Kilimanjaro Airport
I hoped it was Arusha when we slipped in. It was hard to know in the dark. The tinting film stuck to the “taxi” windows, bubbled and peeling, made it even more disorienting. There were few working streetlights; those that did work revealed a shantytown in eerie hue. The driver, grimfaced under a stocking cap, looked straight ahead and never spoke a word. Vicki was unnerved.
Dreams of Cinnabar: A Midnight Arrival in Zanzibar
Our flight into Zanzibar settled on the runway after midnight. I looked out the window. It was dark and soft like the inside of a smudge pot and there was little to see except the flashes of the ground crew. A tug swung around. Its lamps illuminated palm fronds just beyond the pavement. Dense vegetation completed the backdrop.
















