It was the second day of our mission trip to Caracas, Venezuela. A major miscommunication left me standing alone on a Saturday night in a city of millions. And not only that, I didn’t know the address of my host family.
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It was the second day of our mission trip to Caracas, Venezuela. A major miscommunication left me standing alone on a Saturday night in a city of millions. And not only that, I didn’t know the address of my host family.
Read moreNext week I’m reading my poetry in public for the first time in fifteen years. My coffee house and campus glory days are way behind me. I’ve since been saved, sober, baptized, re-married, ordained as
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