The Call

   My blood so red
   For thee was shed,
Come home again, come home again!
   You've gone astray
   Out of your way,
Come home again, come home again!

Anonymous  17th century

Note:  Now we are back in America.  We now have two homes, and they are so far from each other.  One thing to remember is that our true home is not on this earth.  We are on a pilgrimage as we journey through life.  The way our master calls us is the way of the cross. The way of the cross is a daily dying to self and living for Christ.  So whether we are here in America or there in Tanzania,  the cross is to be carried along the way.