We have hammered the ringing rocks in Pottsgrove, Pennsylvania. When struck, these rocks chime like bells. If, however, you take one of these stones out of the rock field, it no longer rings. It needs other stones to make its song. Likewise, as Christians, we need other minstrels to make our music. We are called…
One of our friends told a story that, with variations, is sadly common for Deaf children who lack communication. As a child, he told everyone he had been born in the United States. He was ten years old when a teacher at his school (which followed an oral approach of forcing Deaf children to get…
One Friday night, I was sitting with about fifty other people who hailed from Maryland, Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, Virginia, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. The group dispensed with small talk and broached subjects close to their hearts: concern for loved ones, need for jobs, and the difficulty of living wisely. Then the evening speaker began,…
Years ago, we stood briefly at the equator in Uganda, but our ministry trip to eSwatini was our first sojourn south of the equator. I was startled by the upside-down crescent moon, even though—after a moment’s reflection—the topsy-turvy sight made perfect sense. In the northern hemisphere, the moon moves left to right as it rises…
