Uncovering the Dutch Underground

The doorway they drug her through It all came together last month as I walked up a cobblestone street, looked for the number 4, and knocked. It was a cold night seventy-two years ago when 8 Gestapo soldiers approached the very spot where I was standing. They were...

Where the Mission Begins

I sat in a daze, my mind stuck in the fog that comes after flying halfway across the world.  I was on my way to Tanzania on a mission trip, but I found myself on a layover in Qatar, the small but wealthy country near Dubai. As I sat there the haze lifted and was...