Our hotel previously was home to the Communist Party of Czechoslovakia. Yikes!
But I did make it here, when I stopped by school. Fun times!
Our hotel previously was home to the Communist Party of Czechoslovakia. Yikes!
But I did make it here, when I stopped by school. Fun times!

Maybe you can imagine how refreshingly rich this makes our worship, our conversations—and almost everything else we do together.
More later!

and now Prague—I dashed off the plane just in time for our opening dinner.
The dinner was wonderful—like a family reunion! These “emerging leaders” from around the world are remarkable people from whom I learn so much. I can already tell the week’s going to be full and rich!
And now, to end my adventures, I think I just may go here!





Predictions I found from 1968 for "the next century":


Blackberry Eating
I love to go out in late June
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths or squinched,
many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry-eating in late June.
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(with very slight editing by me)

During the Civil War years, Lottie Moon taught Sunday School at this church close to her house. It was called Pine Grove Church then.
Lottie grew up at Viewmont, one of the largest estates in Virginia.
There was a nice historic marker (if you can read it).
Hidden down the driveway was the current house, built from the bricks of the chimneys of the original house.

