This week is particularly painful as I get notifications from Google photos and Facebook about “memories” from years past.
For many years, mid-August was our usual timetable for returning to Haiti to start a new school year.
In 20019, we were watching Caleb’s freshman class “ringing in” ceremony from our kitchen in Haiti.
And then there was LAST YEAR. August 17, 2020. I was hanging out with my old seminary pal, Tim, at a campground in Illinois, blissfully unaware that an email I had just sent out was going to set off a firestorm of anger and panic within our sending organization.
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