Mentored by the Boldest Man I’ve Ever Known

Mentored by the Boldest Man I’ve Ever Known

Kurdistan, Northern Iraq, 2003. A few years before Dad began working in Kurdistan, Kathy and I blazed the trail for his ministry in that area. We had sensed that we needed to branch out from humanitarian work in the greater Baghdad area, so we jumped in a car with our...
Eat what they put in front of you.

Eat what they put in front of you.

1993, Tallinn, Estonia. The sun is barely peaking up over the Baltic Sea as Dad and I leave our hotel in downtown Tallinn. We are driving through the Estonian countryside, parallel to the Baltic coast on our left. After a few hours of clandestinely switching vehicles...
She isn’t coming back.

She isn’t coming back.

September 28, 1982 (38 years ago today). Misty, Rebecca, and me are in a guest house on Oral & Evelyn’s compound, just north of the ORU campus. Adults are huddling together and then go outside to speak privately. There is an unspoken tension in the air. “Where is...
Summer 1984. Gdansk, Poland.

Summer 1984. Gdansk, Poland.

Summer 1984. We are navigating the rural countryside, far outside of Gdansk, Poland in our tiny Polski Fiat 125p. Along with the driver, Dad is sitting shotgun, while I am in the back with another Polish Christian man. The tension was palpable in the car as he and I...
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood.

May 2003. A month after the statue of Saddam Hussein was toppled by Iraqi’s in Firdos Square in downtown Baghdad, Dad and I found ourselves staying in the Palestine Hotel, overlooking that same square. The hotel, along with the Sheraton Hotel next door, abutted the...
Go! Go! Go!

Go! Go! Go!

May 2002. We are in the American Consulate in Amman, Jordan talking with a liaison to the Ambassador about our upcoming trip into Baghdad, Iraq. An attendant walks into the room with a tray, and hands each of us Turkish coffee and some interesting biscuits for a sweet...