Rising from the Dead Is Impossible

Wendy and I hid Easter baskets and went to bed at midnight. I woke at 1:30 with an incredible contradiction kicking around in my head. Rising from the dead is impossible, I thought. Why am I considered mad by the world for believing so, and weak in faith by Christians for not?

Jeubs Decorating Eggs

Happy Easter from the Jeubs.

Back in America

Wendy and I had a tremendous conflict leaving Australia for home. We were encouraged to stay longer, but we missed our other children greatly. We returned home yesterday as planned.

Our final selfie in Melbourne, together on the back deck.

Our final selfie in Melbourne, together on the back deck.

Extraordinary Lives

The Bonell family, Australia’s equivalent to the Duggars, were truly a blessing to Wendy and me. Our short (far too short) visit to their home was filled with down-home fun. There was a lesson in the mix of our visit, too, that the local newspaper caught a glimpse of (read the article).

Two mums with 32 children between them meet.

Two mums with 32 children between them meet.

Australian Pronunciations

Wendy and I took another excursion to somewhere else in Australia: Toowoomba (pronounced twoomba to locals), and we’re starting to get a hang of the accent of the land (pronounced lyaaand to locals).

I can imagine a kindergarten spelling bee in Australia. You’d think this was easy. Which is the INCORRECT spelling of “bin”?