Reconciled in worship

An accidental ecumenism

When my wife, Darrah, and I met Andy in the Los Angeles airport, we thought we would never have a real conversation with him. This tall, muscular guy nonchalantly palmed a Bible as if he were pacing across the stage of a megachurch. But we soon realized that we would talk with him again, and soon. We were all missionaries, and we were all on our way to teach English at the same university in central China.

As we waited for our flight, Andy raved about the book Wild at Heart, a pop-Christian version of Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus.

“It says that every man desires three things,” he said, his bright blue eyes burning into mine as he held up a huge hand and began counting them off. “A battle to fight, an adventure to live and a beauty to rescue.”


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