A Slave Set Free

I hopped off the back of the mototaxi and peeked my head in the door of Grace House to surprise her. She hugged me tight and kissed my neck, smiling that wide open smile that I remember from three years ago when I first met her. I hugged her right back and told her howContinue reading “A Slave Set Free”

Confessions of a Missionary Part Dos: I have a [real] tattoo.

Whew! I\’ve wanted to say that for a long time. To some of you, this is a shock. Maybe I even just dropped a few notches in your book.To some of you, you wonder what the big deal is. You have twelve tattoos and you\’re getting another one tomorrow.And some of you just don\’t care.Continue reading “Confessions of a Missionary Part Dos: I have a [real] tattoo.”