In the fall of 1996, Darrell Smith and I went into Shkretë to collect water samples up above the village and see if we could identify the water source emanating from that high an elevation. On the way in, we took the new road that had been cut in the mountain. It took a route at a lower elevation than the original access road. The old road reached over one thousand meters and tended to freeze early in the winter becoming impassable and blocking vehicular access for several months.
Beginning our missionary journey
Sitting at the dinner table with the family one evening, I answered the phone in deference to my desire. I fought with the tension between having my life dictated by the phone and being unresponsive to something important.
I suppose my missionary journey began years ago. Perhaps, a case could be made it was when I was saved at twelve years old while attending revival services at Wayside Baptist church in Miami, Florida.