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Jesus calls us to cross over the road with him.

May 26, 2017

Jesus calls us to cross over the road with him.

Homeward bound, here at Ministrio Pistarini international airport, as we prepare to travel to a city still in profound shock. The atrocity at the Manchester Arena abruptly hit the media here in Argentina mid evening - we are four hours behind you. Jacqui and I then had the surreal experience of following events on the other side of the world in real time - as if Tarleton, where one of the young victims lived, was just down the road from our hotel. All this in total contrast t

You have to be a character to live here!

May 19, 2017

You have to be a character to live here!

" Here in Salta," I commented to Sheila, "everyone seems to be a character." Her immediate response: "You need to be a character to live here!" And she's right. For here in the foothills of the Andes, in northern Argentina, the attitude at this altitude is one of resilience. Some remarkable people, like our hosts Andrew and Maria Leake: the kind of people who keep on keeping on. We met one such character this week, an Argentinian - and like me ordained into the Anglican min

In the Kingdom of God, timing can be everything.

May 12, 2017

In the Kingdom of God, timing can be everything.

“Sometimes I arrive," reflects photographer Ansel Adams, "just when God's ready to have someone click the shutter." We had only been in Salta some 18 hours when we were ushered into the personal conference room of the President of the Legislature of the province of Salta. Our mission partner, Andrew Leake, was about to give a key presentation on the effects of deforestation and how this has devastated the lives of the indigenous people. I found myself sitting at the far end o

How we get there is as important as that we get there.

May 5, 2017

How we get there is as important as that we get there.

One fun-seeking tourist in Majorca was asked did she know where about in the world she was. She replied that she simply got on the plane at Manchester – and that’s about all she knew. I know the feeling, having just got onto a plane at Manchester and then a few hours later onto another plane at Paris. And here we are flying through the night. We could be anywhere. I’d like to think we are en route to Buenos Aires. Of course, there are alternatives. As I explained a