This is my fourth attempt to write this blog. My previous attempts have been abandoned out of emotional exhaustion. I have always been a crier. I almost cried watching Beverly Hills Chihuahua (I was with twin 8-year old boys and had to pinch myself to prevent myself from tearing up.) I am not ashamed. Jesus wept (although probably not at Beverly Hills Chihuahua). My first week here was particularly challenging: six children died. Towards the end of the week, I thought to myself, “Ethan, you have the worst job in the world. Your job is to bury children.” Then the Holy Spirit opened my eyes to the reality that I do not worship a God who does not understand suffering, but instead, a God who chose to suffer on the cross for me. He was perfect, innocent, and lovely, and he was tortured so I could be reconciled to God. He has invited me to take part in His mission on Earth: to help his beloved creation be restored to Him by proclaiming the Good News of Jesus Christ. He i
Two physicians and their little explorers sharing the love of Christ through medicine.