Through the looking glass
I walk in and hear voices all around, but I understand nothing. How many times have I been in a similar place?—In the facility of an association or nonprofit that works w... »
I walk in and hear voices all around, but I understand nothing. How many times have I been in a similar place?—In the facility of an association or nonprofit that works w... »
I didn’t like my mood. It wasn’t exactly cold—more like chilly with a chance of thunderstorms. Exactly like the weather that day. I knew why I was feeling that way, and i... »
A few months ago, I started to teach “English through the Bible” classes to a small group of teenagers. It’s not always easy, and it demands time for preparation, but it’... »
A few years ago my life changed, and not in a small way. There were so many changes at once. It was quite overwhelming and rather discouraging at times. First, I had to m... »
Occasionally I teach a Bible class at Sunday school for three- to five-year-olds. The group is very small, sometimes only four or five children. One of the girls, a frequ... »
The discouragement was overwhelming and growing by the minute. So many things were coming at her; possibilities were expiring; problems were piling up. Teaching is never... »
The year had been full of events, deadlines, accomplishments. I was working hard teaching English in a private school, as well as tutoring from home. Simultaneously I was... »
My first visit to the Exit rock festival—held annually in the shadow of a beautiful castle in Novi Sad, a pretty Serbian town on the Danube River—was unforgettable. There... »