
I saw them come in out of the corner of my eye. They stood out in the crowd like flies on a birthday cake. It was a rough looking gang of hoods numbering over 20, swaggering with an attitude as they walked up the side and sat close to the platform.

I saw them come in out of the corner of my eye. They stood out in the crowd like flies on a birthday cake. It was a rough looking gang of hoods numbering over 20, swaggering with an attitude as they walked up the side and sat close to the platform.
The strange foods I've eaten on the mission field remind me that Jesus crosses all cultural barriers.
After signing in, Pam and I retreated to the visitor’s waiting room to be called for processing and security clearance. With the exception of chatter of carefree children, the quiet room was filled with curiosity glances between the adults. Soon our names were called and we lined up with 8 others. We surrendered our drivers licenses, had the back of our left hand stamped with invisible ink, and given a locker key. After passing though the metal detector (which Pam failed due to a large metal decoration on her blouse) we were warned not to have any gum in our mouths, money or any other kind of paper in our pockets, and told to face the large window with our ID cards once we passed through the thick metal door.