Years ago, while I was in high school, I met a missionary named Mark in Pearl River, New York.  He was at the African Inland Missions summer training, preparing to fly to Kenya to begin his service.  I volunteered for this 3 week training every summer, helping the missionaries’ kids in the nursery and cooking meals in the kitchen.  It was always a highlight of my summers. Mark and I became instant friends, and began to correspond via airmail letters.  (Do you remember those neat, foldable blue envelopes?  Do they even exist today?)… Read More