Landslides sounds like thunder. They start as a distant rumble, build, then fade away—but leave behind more than an echo.
“ … what a joy it was to fellowship with the Pal believers and listen to these growing men read God’s Word to the people and teach a little.”
Chasing after power isn’t all it’s cut up to be.
“The longer [home assignment] lasted, our time in Papua New Guinea seemed to fade from reality….”
The last construction stage of a house for missionaries ends in a joyous celebration.