The first time we visited a safari park was the “Kruger Park” in South Africa. We lived in the neighboring country Mozambique, and the park was near the frontier about 100 kilometers from our house in Maputo. Our expectation to go to this park was daily growing as well as our anxiety to meet the exuberant African fauna. The expected day finally arrived, and we travelled to tour the park. Despite its beautiful landscape the first impression somewhat frustrated us for we could

Being a Salvation Army leader, it is common for me to have to speak at the officers’ funerals bringing a biblical reflection related to the occasion. I face this task with great respect and consider it a tremendous honor, privilege and pleasure. After all, as the scripture says, “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful servants”. Something recently happened to me which has never occurred before, within a week difference I participated of two retired off

We have just had the opportunity to tour for two weeks the South of Chile to visit the Corps and Schools of the Salvation Army. It was nice to once again meet the officers and salvationists from all these units and once more visit this beautiful region of the country. During the tour we manage to take a day off and went back to the small city of Frutillar in the margin of the Llanquihue lake where we had been four years early. In the first time we visited the day was cloudy a

My father is from a time when man did not help with domestic tasks and got very little involved in caring for the children, therefore these tasks fell almost exclusively on my mother. In those days it was expected that the paternal participation would focus on providing for the family and disciplining the home. Maybe that’s why it stayed so vivid in my memory the rare moment when my father taught me how to make my bed, putting the sheets, the blanket and the duvet. For the bo

How nice it was to enjoy the shade of that big leafy almond tree in front of the kindergarten courtyard in San Gonzalo, Rio de Janeiro. The summer temperatures easily surpassed the 44 degrees Celsius (110 Fahrenheit) and the kids could happily play under the tree’s freshness avoiding the sun rays’ intensity. As the tree branches were growing unevenly, I asked the caretaker to prune them so that the tree would look nicer. I left to take care of some church business and afterwa