One of my favorite sports to watch is Formula 1. Most of their pit stops where they change all four tires, fill up with gas, and clean out all the air ducts and check other parts lasts about 5-7 seconds. It is amazing to watch. Sometimes I feel like my home is much like a pit stop.
Today on a cool day in Cedarville, Ohio my uncle is being honored for his life. Unfortunately I am all the other way on the other side of the globe in Cambodia hosting an international conference, so I am unable to attend my uncle’s funeral. The least I could do is to write a bit ab
Today I spent seven hours on the phone to three pastors in Nepal. They had been stopped by an airline from flying and sent back to Nepal. I knew too well what the problem was: they were poor Nepalese from the mountains traveling outside their mountains into the bigger world. You may
On March 4, 2003 my father was martyred by terrorists in Davao City, Philippines. Though the bomb was placed directly behind my father was not the only one to die; more than twenty other Filipinos were killed and more than 150 wounded. On that day, Islam got hundreds of more foes. N
Last week I was in Mindanao, Philippines and landing at Davao airport where my father was killed. Today is March, 4 and the 9th anniversary of my father’s murder. Our flight was two hours delayed so we were landing at nearly midnight. It is impossible to not think about my Dad
In my travels I come across interesting things all the time. On a recent trip in the rural Philippines I came across an interesting soap. I didn’t dare buy it or even look at the ingredients, but the name shocked me! Have a look: I am all for organic, but I thin
A 3 O’clock Habit I am presently in the Philippines and I witnessed something interesting. It is 3 o’clock habit. The Philippines, being a majority Catholic country, has a tradition that I have witnessed since I was a little boy. They call it the 3 o’clock habit. At 3 o’clock sharp