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In 1981, Karen and I lived in Jakarta and worked in Bali. One day, my boss, David Bussau, said, "There's a village part-way up a volcano that is ve...
What a horrible phase of life middle school was for me. Barely graduated from sixth grade, I was 77 pounds and suddenly found myself in West Jr. ...
In my book, Kingdom Journeys, I talk about going on my own World Race. I was 22 years old when I started. It took three years, mostly in Indonesia and...
When my parents arrived in the little town of Corrubbio just outside of Verona (that story here), they already had my nanny lined up. I was two. M...
Thirteen years after WW2 ended, my mom was a teacher putting my dad through medical school. Then - whoops - she got pregnant with me. They did thi...
Hi. It's the Christmas season. And what a weird season it is in 2020! All the holiday stuff that many of us do has been edited and curtailed. Many...
40 years ago, Karen and I got married on a blustery day in Chicago. She was 21 years-old and had never been out of America. We flew to Indonesi...
In 1968, my family was in a hard place. My dad was an army doctor sent for a year to the Viet Nam war.I was nine. It was a sad day in our family when ...
A photo of my dad and me when I was a year old. This is a tough day in a tough season. My Dad died a year ago today. That last week,...
It’s been 30 years since we started Adventures in Missions. Our kids were still babies. Starting something from nothing was a pretty big...
