I’ve met three of the kids we sponsor through Compassion. The first visit, in El Salvador, was spectacular. It felt scripted even, like this sarcastic charismatic little girl was picked out for me by someone at eHarmony. Perfect fit. She hung out on my shoulders most of the day, laughed… Read More
Archive Category: My Trip To East India
It’s Impossible. Really.
My wife Becky is the warmest accountant you’ll ever meet. But she’s still an accountant, which, according to her, means she’s not as emotional as us artsy types – which is yet another reason I was glad she came along with us to India. It would be nice, I thought,… Read More
Accusing Angie
It never fails. A day or two into a blogger trip that e-mail arrives in a blogger’s inbox. It calls motives into question: You just want everyone to think you’re so perfect. It plucks scripture out of context and refashions it as a weapon: Jesus said we’ll always have the… Read More
Holding Hands With Uncle John
After a little girl in school uniform welcomed me off the bus with a flower and a smile. After we were lead into Mar Thoma Child Development Center by a marching band. After the kids danced and sang ”Goz lof ees so wonnerfool.” After I told the kids how far… Read More
Not Quite Through With Me Yet
When I’m leading a Compassion Bloggers trip, I don’t get to blog. I mean, obviously, I post something every day but I don’t get to really sit down and write. Instead, when we get back to the hotel each afternoon, I answer LOTS of e-mails, dig into my bag of… Read More