Monday evening, Ariel and I, along with all of the adults of Rose Creek Village, came together for a mandatory, last-minute meeting called by the leaders in the village. We were given some terrible news: one of the families who had been living in the village for many years had decided that they were going… Continue reading Great Comfort
My second oldest, Ronan, turned six last week. As part of the celebrations, I woke him up early and took him out to breakfast, just him and I. In this town, if you want to get food instead of just edible substances early in the morning, you go to one of the local mom-and-pop restaurants which… Continue reading Pork what?!
Here in the Village we have mens’ and ladies’ meetings on most Saturday mornings. Sometimes they’ll be corporate meetings where all the men of the Village come together, but most of the time they’re “clan” meetings (we’ve divided the Village up into several small groups consisting of 4–5 households, which we affectionately call “clans”, so… Continue reading The pearl
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.
Mind, it is our best work that He wants, not the dregs of our exhaustion. I think He must prefer quality to quantity. George MacDonald Sometimes, when we’re too tired to run on our lunch break, we sit behind the warehouse, play guitars, write songs, talk, and watch the wind blow through the trees. This… Continue reading Break time