Give & Take

Adventist Life

Years ago I was scheduled to speak at the Adventist church in Wausau, Wisconsin. My host family phoned to assure me that the wife and two children would meet me at the airport Friday afternoon. Before leaving to catch the plane at the South Bend, Indiana, airport, I grabbed some magazines to read during the flight. Suddenly it dawned on me that I had no idea what my host looked like, nor had I given her any description of myself. How would we find each other in a crowded airport?

When we landed, I thought of a solution. As I walked toward the baggage claim area, I held a magazine against my chest. Within moments a woman approached me. “You must be Dr. …

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