The Evergreen Cedar Tree From The Old House by Curt Iles I was born in a small town.  And I can breathe in a small town. Gonna die in a small town, That’s probably where they’ll bury me.                                                                         – John Mellencamp, “Small Town” Driving through the fog of an October morning, it is hard to see very far down the …

  Two years ago when we left the Louisiana piney woods for red dirt Africa,  so many of our churches, friends, and families promised to “hold the rope” for us. They’ve kept their word. Tonight we speak to a gathering of these same folks who sent us out. They’ve asked,  “How can we do more?” From our presentation, here are …

  King Tambura’s Grave   A palm limb slapped me as we trekked through the overgrown underbrush to the king’s grave. The trail was narrow and evidently unused. It seemed nearly an insult to a great king.   King Tambura was the greatest king of the Zande people, a tribe that lives in the tri-corner where the countries of South …