I think not so much of the lovely vistas, but of a different and very special dimension of her beauty: her people. In particular, I think of dear friends. Inspiring co-workers in the work of mission.

I was a teenager in the Golden Age of what were called “muscle cars.” America’s love with the automobile was in full bloom. OPEC already existed, but the oil embargo of the early 1970s was far over the horizon, beyond what we could see.

“I get it!  This is a journey of discovery!” My new Kenyan friend Didacus was right.  He did “get it.”   BereanSafari is all about making discoveries… in Scripture… in the Lord… in our world… and in ourselves. 

My friend, whom we’ll call Manny, is no stranger to religious and ethnic conflicts. Manny lives in a place where tensions between different racial, ethnic and religious communities run high—and the flames are often fanned by people seeking power of various kinds.