When Christmas Finds You Far from Home

One of the things my family used to love every December was the steady trickle of Christmas photo cards in the mail. The kids and I washi-taped each family’s or friend’s photo to a growing collage in our dining room. All year long, loved ones smiled on us until we replaced them with new photo cards the next year.Our first Christmas on the mission field, our walls were bare. We were still building our community from scratch, and no one sent photo cards.Missionaries grip what appear to be contradi