Proof The Bible Is True

Getting home from Eastern Europe was an arduous journey, but my traveling companions and I would make the most of our two-hour layover in Paris. We didn’t have time to venture out into the city to sightsee, so Mark, John and I found a charming airport restaurant that might as well have been a bistro on the Champs Élysées. I decided to take a picture of the menu as a memento.

 

I reached into my backpack for my camera. I rummaged around for it, expecting my fingers to brush against the familiar shape of my passport. I’d kept it close at hand during our two-week mission trip to teach English in Belarus. I felt my camera, but where was my passport? My lifeline while traveling abroad! Panic set in. I unzipped the backpack and opened it all the way to see the contents inside. I checked every pocket. A thorough search confirmed my worst nightmare. “My passport is missing!” I told Mark and John.

 

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