In the pink bedroom with the pink shag rug, two windows faced the maple tree and our suburban Maryland street, 67th Avenue. I lived in this house in Parkway Estates all my growing-up years. At night when it was very quiet, I could hear a train whistling miles away in Cheverly, or traffic rushing on…
Helping My Brother Through the Door
“Don’t you do what Ginny did,” my brother Terry said angrily. It was 1974. We were in Maryland at our parents’ home, talking about giving our hearts to Jesus, which our older sister Ginny had recently done. Terry was the big brother I had fought with growing up, but dearly loved. I was 19, and…
He Was With Me
In an unfinished concrete house, on a hillside with a far-away view of the Caribbean Sea, as a young staff member with Cru I began my first assignment outside the U.S. mainland. Two years in St. Thomas, U.S. Virgin Islands, four years in Mexico, and 28 years in the Philippines later, I returned to the U.S.,…
