Friday, April 19, 2013
My parents were both very erudite, and also inclined to write. They passed this trait on to me and my sisters; and part of my ministry of visitation and encouragement takes on a vicarious form as I write letters to people I have come to know during mission trips. I was just getting some letters ready to take to the post office tomorrow. I think I may be solely responsible for keeping the United States Postal Service from going belly up. Here's the outgoing mail -
My first "spiritual son" Jose, who, though Peruvian, now lives in Brazil.
A church in Tulcan, Ecuador.
A BUNCH of churches, in care of my "home" church in Villa el Salvador, a district of Lima, Peru.
A smaller pack to my friend Marleni in Iquitos, including one to Levi's pastor cousin, and his niece married to Marleni's son - also Peru.
One to a former co-worker, full-time missionary teacher in Kenya, Africa.
One to my younger daughter in IRELAND.
What's this? One to Florida, New York? Ah, well, I guess even the USA has to be represented!