Travel

We want our children to travel as a way of life–to see that all of God’s children are the same everywhere. We all work, love, marry, play, and worry about our children. About ten years ago we were in Dragon Back River village, China–the home town of our guide–and we encountered a group of children. They watched as we pulled some picnic food out of a backpack. They seemed interested, so we offered to share our food. My oldest daughter, Anne, was eight years old. She began to play with a girl smaller than her, who our guide said was 13. The girl looked malnourished and ate ravenously. My daughter still, ten years later, talks about the Chinese girl with whom she shared her lunch. This is my favorite thing about traveling– the unplanned experiences that teach my children lessons in Christlike compassion that they could never learn in a classroom.