An Outsider’s Perspective
I left for Philadelphia on Saturday morning and spent the rest of the day trying to compensate for the additional six hours. I gave up and crashed around nine p.m., curled beneath the blankets of my bottom bunk in Beth’s room. Like the previous year, my cousin and I would have several days to relax before striking out for Virginia. Since Hans had closed himself off to me for two months, I looked forward to unburdening myself to my closest friend. As an outsider, she may offer advice that a Teuton would not.
We went to church together as a family on Sunday morning, and quite a few older people greeted me warmly and mentioned that they prayed regularly for my ministry in Germany. I shied away from those comments and talked vaguely about playing the organ at my chu
