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Ten Years Post Mission

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Hey PPM ,   I’m grateful that I was able to tune in to the meeting on Zoom. Thank you to everyone who made that possible. Over the last couple of days, I’ve been trying to organize my thoughts about the mission 10 years later. This could use a ton of editing and revision, but I’ll probably never share it if I start down that path. I’m often self-conscious about posting anything because I worry if I sound sincere, or if I even  am   sincere; I question my own motives, or feel like nobody needs my input. But in the spirit of OYM and in light of an almost decade since one of the most powerful experiences of my life, I’ll let it just be what it is.   Do you ever wonder what your missionary self would think if you could meet with them for a 5-minute chat about the next 10 years they’re about to step into? I would enjoy showing up to that meeting in my military uniform, just to witness the horror in his eyes when he realizes that 1) he joins the USAF and 2) the mustache is...
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The Face of Salem [A short story written from the old mans perspective in Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Tell-Tale Heart']

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  Rebecca, My sweet and beautiful daughter Becca, I miss you, darling. I am writing in regards to the nice young man who you told me about. You know the one who you thought might make a good housemate. Well, I considered the offer well enough, but at the end of my considerations and just as I was about to send for him I met another man named Mr. Salem Wolf. I found him outside of the chapel conversing with Mrs. Wesley who was quick to introduce us and before you know it this Wolf fellow and I became quite acquainted. He would come for tea in the afternoons some Tuesdays and Thursdays and tell me of a new fable or story that he read; you know how I enjoy a good tale. Well, a few weeks passed and this fellow announced amongst the congregation at church that he was losing his home as his father had gone missing and as such was no longer able to pay the mortgage on his family home near the forested hills. You know me Bec, I just couldn’t let the lad take to the streets and the room...
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