A drink of the sun

 I believe in Chris­tian­i­ty as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see every­thing else. C. S. Lewis


Was sketch­ing one day and this came out. The spear is for fend­ing off mau­rad­ing drag­ons, I’m sure, though they might just end up being over­sized tooth­picks after a snack…

Waiting for stragglers

Mon­day morn­ing the bus for Yachad Dis­tri­b­u­tion leaves a bit ear­li­er so the work­ers can get a head start on the orders that have accu­mu­lat­ed over the week­end. Every­one looks a bit more tired than usu­al Mon­day morn­ings. It’s amaz­ing how much of a dif­fer­ence 20 min­utes can make.


I have grown up with Jim, even though I’ve nev­er met him. Mom would recount his sto­ry over and again through­out my child­hood and ear­ly teens, with the result that his life and strug­gle to fol­low God have left a very vivid impres­sion in my mind. Jim Elliot was born Octo­ber 8, 1924, in Port­land, Ore­gon,… Con­tin­ue read­ing Jim