I was saddened. I never imagined it would happen to Phil. Years ago, I organized a couples' retreat and invited the former director of my college ministry and his wife to be our guest speakers. During one of the breaks, as our conversation turned to people we had known, I asked about Phil, my Bible study leader. Phil had grown up in a rough part of rural Australia and, after high school, went to England to work in the mines. Seeing a bright young man making unhealthy choices,

I was surprised. (If I had listened more carefully to my own sermons, I probably wouldn't have been.) Maryan and I had invited a missionary couple to dinner. During our conversation, they shared a story from the last time they had visited us—one that neither of us knew. Several years earlier, after witnessing the heartbreaking conditions of street children in Guatemala, they founded an orphanage and even adopted several of the children themselves. By the time they came to vis