Thirty years ago, I was just out of college, a budding missions’ advocate and a dead ringer for Paul’s concerned image of the Jews, “. . .they have zeal but lack knowledge"! It was about this time in that year, 1989, that the Berlin Wall began to come down.
I suppose I’ll never forget the time when as a kid someone gave me a rock tumbler for Christmas. I was so jazzed! It had been near the top of my list. I couldn’t wait to start. I imagined transforming raw rock into works of art.