Before You Go to the Nations

We landed at a military base in West Africa in sweltering heat, deplaned, and walked a quarter mile to the terminal, escorted by men carrying AK-47 assault rifles. I vividly recall my wife, Karin, leaning over the shoulder of our young daughters and asking, “David, what have you brought us to?” At that moment, I wasn’t sure myself.However, once inside an even hotter building, we were greeted by the smiling face of Terry, our missions organization’s travel coordinator, who guided us swiftly throu