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Mandela’s Miracle

On a visit to South Africa I visited the tidy home of Nelson Mandela in the Soweto township, which is preserved as a museum.  Just down the street sits Bishop Desmond Tutu’s house.  A slum made famous by its bloody uprisings now boasts the only street in the world that has produced two Nobel Peace Prize winners. Speaking like an Old Testament prophet, Bishop Tutu gives God the credit for the miracle of reconciliation in his country.  “God does have ...

Who Believes What?

When the Willow Creek Community Church did a survey they found that some in their congregation, and especially their post-Christian friends, thought that all world religions are essentially the same. If their doctrines are similar and point in the same direction, why is it important to choose the “right” one?  In response to the survey, the church invited a learned representative from each of the major faiths to a service.  A Hindu, Buddhist, Muslim, Jew, and Christian sat together on ...

Have Pen, Will Travel

It’s been quite a Fall season for the Yanceys!  In September we made a trip to Bogotá, Colombia, and on the way back stopped off for a few days in the Amazon rain forest of Ecuador.  We hiked on muddy trails, visited a butterfly farm and animal-rescue station, traveled from place to place in canoes, and slept under lazy ceiling fans.  Janet felt right at home, since she spent her childhood in a similar setting as a missionary kid in ...

Fragile Beauty

It’s snowing in Colorado today.  Don’t gloat too hard, though, those of you who live in warmer climes.  I bet you’ve never seen a flower made spontaneously from frost!  (Neither have I–they’re rather rare.  I’m still looking though.) When I climb mountains, I marvel at how much beauty goes unnoticed.  Whole valleys of wild flowers never get seen unless a hiker wanders off the trail.  Or think of all the coral reefs in the ocean yet to be discovered, with ...

The Kingdom of God is Alive and Well

I’m writing halfway through our trip to South America, just as we leave Quito, Ecuador, for a visit to the jungle—we actually will reach our hotel by a 20-minute canoe ride!  Yesterday I stood on the equator, with one foot in the northern hemisphere and one foot in the southern.  It’s winter here, though, and Quito lies at an altitude of 8,000 feet, so the temperature has been fine. For some years now I have corresponded with a surgeon who ...