Questioning Ghosts
God uses even brief encounters to impact lives
The sun is only just starting to rise, but the sweat is already dripping down my back. I’m sitting with an elderly man on the porch of his house. We gaze at the river that rolls through his small village deep in the jungle of Papua New Guinea. I’m trying desperately to make small talk. I’m not sure what we are waiting for. He is not talking, just staring ahead, not even hearing me. His silence feels thicker than the jungle’s hot, humid air.
I know there is something on his mind, something he wants to ask, but I am totally unprepared for what comes next: he thinks I’m a ghost.
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