Beth Webb
Words of Wisdom on the Via Dolorosa
There are things that my friend reminds me of which make me sad. I used to tell stories and put flowers behind my ear and run out in the rain. I still could do those things, there is nothing stopping me, but it would feel insincere, like I am drinking from a well not my own. The things that stir within me move slower, more deliberately. I cannot and will not pretend to be 20, but I need to know, I want to believe that the things I have to offer have value, deep intrinsic value, to the Kingdom of God and to my team.
When love isn’t easy
“Calcutta eats missionaries for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” the missionary from Chenai warned us.
Huddled together in the dark basement of a ministry building in San Francisco, our team of 12 women and two men received our Calcutta briefing from a veteran of over 25 years in India.
He told us of Koli, the goddess [...]
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