“Are you taking your kids with you?”  It was a question which, though we were asked it several times, never ceased to surprise us.  Of course we were! 

No, the place we were going to was not “kid friendly”.  For that matter it was not “Christian friendly” and some might say, not even “people friendly”.

God had called us to Central Asia.  Us - not me.  That meant that we would take the kids.   I am not even sure what the alternative was.  Kennels?  Overstaying at the day care centre? 

Call-ups for causes:

Is God calling me to go?

In 1915, twenty-eight men were alone, trapped in the ice-covered waters of Antarctica’s treacherous seas.  “Frozen,” as one man put it, “like an almond in the middle of a chocolate bar.”  These were the men of the Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition. They suffered frostbite, gangrene, hysteria, starvation, all for the glory of being the first ones to cross the Antarctic continent from sea to sea. It was the greatest polar journey ever attempted to date.