I applied to the Presbyterian Church for missionary service in a Muslim country in 1989. My application sat on a desk at the denomination headquarters, unprocessed, “like a ham at a bar mitzvah.” After four months I called up to see if there was something further I should do to complete the application. This is the story of what happened next.

1. My Application Sat There Like a Ham at a Bar Mitzvah
2. Presbyterian Mission Becomes “Church-to-Church Relations”
3. Which is it? “Go?” or “No Go?”
4. An “Open Sesame” Event of Considerable Interest Occurs in Iraq
5. An Iraqi Priest Writes to Louisville on My Behalf
6. Personal Observations Forty Years On

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