While I was waiting, I noticed that the post office worker had a cross taped to her plastic name plate. Cards with scriptures printed on them were also taped in several places.
This was encouraging. As a Christian, she might be more willing to help me.
You might say I’m cruel. Or that I hate children. Or that as a young adult I should have been mature and exercised more patience with a mere child who was probably lonely and just wanted to hang out with the big kids. That’s garbage. I’m a hero.
So I was on a bus, my nose throbbing with its own heartbeat, hoping it didn’t bleed, when I saw why the driver had slammed on the brakes going downhill—uniformed men with guns.
Being in charge offers men the false guarantee of a coherent world
I spent two months in the summer of 2004 working with Warringah Church of Christ in the suburbs of Sydney, Australia. My best friend Hunter and another friend from Lipscomb University, Benji, were also there. We stayed with different families from the church for one or two weeks at a time. We especially enjoyed living […]
I took my first trip out of the country the summer between my sophomore and junior years of high school. My three best friends and I went to Tegucigalpa, Honduras, with our youth group from Hillsboro Church of Christ. At this point, I had two years of Latin under my belt and spoke not a […]
These elderly Hungarian men were pushing fabric technology and human anatomy to new limits. They were pioneers.
After a Käsekrainer and a traumatic train ride, I arrived in Budapest. Three or four weeks earlier, when I’d visited the city with Hunter, Holly, and Rebecca, our train had stopped at the largest of Budapest’s three railway stations, Budapest Keleti pályaudvar. I anticipated arriving at the same station, following familiar landmarks to the City Park, Városliget, and then […]
While I was studying in Vienna with 29 other Lipscomb University students, I discovered the Käsekrainer—a sausage filled with piping hot cheese. When we broke for lunch between classes, we’d walk down to the permanent stand on the corner of Hanuschgang and Albertinaplatz and say, “Hallo, ich möchte einen Käsekrainer mit Brot und Senf, bitte.†“Hi, I’d […]
