Some trips are just, well…delightful. There was the time we got bumped up to First Class on a flight to London. We felt like royalty, and tried not to look too giddy as we sipped our champagne, pretending this was oh so everyday for us. But this type of trip is rare.
But mostly in life we seem to get the other kind of journey. Like the time we were on a bus driving from Israel across the desert to Cairo, Egypt and the air conditioning broke, and one of the women on the bus was so sick we had to keep stopping for her to get off and throw up in the scorching sand on the side of the road. We hold our breath and try to be patient and wonder if it will ever end. We try to think good thoughts.
The other day our good friend Steve died. And the last few months of Steve’s life were a rough journey. A teeny tiny bit like our trip to Cairo.
Less than a year ago I was with Steve and his wife Sharol at a global prayer gathering, enjoying sweet times with them, our heads bowed together, coming before the Lord on behalf of those people suffering injustice around the world.
A couple weeks later, Steve was diagnosed with his own personal injustice – pancreatic cancer.
Over the next nine months, the community around Steve, and we, from a distance, had the privilege of walking him Home and learning from him on the way. Continue reading





