PORT VILA, Vanuatu — I forgot what day it was.
I was tired — exhausted, actually — when I landed thousands of miles from home after roughly 30 hours of travel.
I had ventured around the globe to report on a mission effort, yet I had somehow failed to acknowledge the Lord’s Day.
I had ventured around the globe to report on a mission effort, yet I had somehow failed to acknowledge the Lord’s Day.
Here’s what happened: On a recent Friday night, I boarded the longest flight of my life. The plane left Dallas-Fort Worth…
