Snakes in Bags & Baskets

Was reminded of this story today when Daniel saw the “first snake” here in South East Asia. 🙂 Enjoy!
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A small man covered in white powder, wearing a bright orange turban and robe, sauntered down the sidewalk in our community, a canvas sling bag full of snakes draped across his shoulder.

There was a reason for yelling about the snakes. He was intimidating people in order to get a little money. It worked particularly well with foreigners like me so I crossed the street when I saw him coming. I’m really not that fond of snakes.

He wasn’t supposed to be in our area and he knew it. It would only be a matter of time before the local police asked him to leave. It was a rare sight in our community to see someone doing this.

The first time it happened I was leaving a sidewalk to catch a taxi. In the same second I stepped between two parked cars, a cobra swiftly raised itself a few…

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2 Cats & Baby Steps in Faith

"That I would get two cats when we move back to Asia." My daughter Eva's prayer request for the past year and a half. She shared it with her teachers, friends-- basically anyone she spoke with. It's been a tightly held desire through our time of transition from South Asia to the USA, then back …

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Grieving with Hope

REblog- For Pregnancy Loss Awareness Month

Sight. I can tell you what grief looks like.

A young pastor from a tiny village in South Asia, bent over a shallow hole in the ground, back shuddering with silent cries after lowering his newborn into the earth.

He literally had to tear himself away when it was time to go. He couldn’t bear to leave her in the cardboard computer box, her body gently wrapped in soft cloth purchased just after her death.

Touch. Grief felt like fingertips running over a cardboard computer box. A little heavier than normal because of the infant inside.

Smell. An earthy scent. Each shovel full of parched ground slowly covered the box out of sight. It was dry season so dust rose easily into our nostrils after hitting the box.

Grief’s Taste: salty. Tears running into my mouth. I was standing in the background silently weeping because I wasn’t sure what else…

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My Oversized Umbrella Strut

The strangest thing happened during our morning walk a few years ago. My daughter and I were returning home from breakfast, talking about the delicious food we shared and laughing at puppies playing on the path in front of us. I was carrying our new colorful umbrella because it looked like rain. Suddenly, someone grabbed …

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Shajan. Crossing Cultures. Friendship in Layers.

“It’s a sin for me to kill anything so a belief based on something or someone being sacrificed is hard for me to understand” “If I believe and my family does not we will be separated in the afterlife” We had finally reached the heart of Shajan’s barriers to believing in Jesus. It had taken …

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