I am a follower of Jesus, blessed with a wife, two children, and a call to serve God wherever He leads. For 12 years, we were missionaries, with me serving as a missionary journalist sharing stories of His work in South Africa and around the world. When we moved back to the USA, Tracy and the kids returned to normal work, and I continued serving remotely in missions. I am now returning to working outside missions, but ministry will always be part of our family's lives in Christ.
God, having infinite love and joy (among many other attributes), sometimes just pours out both in ways that become quite humorous. A failed attempt to see a friend, a canceled flight, an unsuccessful phone call, and a chance conversation in a hallway I didn’t have a good reason to walk down came together Saturday into something amusingly beautiful.
I just wanted to get home.
Saturday morning, I went to the hotel lobby and grabbed a paper, headed into the restaurant for some pancakes and bacon, and settled in for a little relaxation before leaving for the airport around noon.
That was my plan, anyway. A text from Delta informed me there was another.
It was twenty-four years ago yesterday, and an early thaw had been followed by freezing rain that encased everything – buildings, trees, cars, and lawns – in up to two inches of clear, solid ice.
The world glistened with chandeliers, and much of it crashed under their weight.
Late last month, I got to ask leaders in SIM’s US and International offices what they see as the value in our assignment to South Africa. This video presents their words.
The Heffron Family 