This week we are ramping up for the wedding of our youngest son, Graham, who serves with The Navigators in Detroit. 

One great sign of progress in my sabbatical is that healing from my traumatic brain injury has accelerated and deepened.

In my last update, I inadvertently mixed up two numbers of my phone number when providing a means to contact me on WhatsApp for further updates.

Our son has been released and we are with him and his family helping them to liquidate their household and pack to leave.

We were awakened at 1:30 AM this morning by a call telling us that our son in the Middle East has been arrested for “terrorist activity” (I.e., ministry among despised refugees) and he and his family are being deported.

This is once again that time of year when Renée and I are on the edge of our seats to see how God will  close the gap in our funding.