birth of our first child was the source of new inspiration,
and music became even more preponderant in our lives. Meanwhile,
could the "cold war" become hot? It seemed like it could after the invasion
of Afghanistan by Soviet troops... Could the North hemisphere
become the stage for a nuclear confrontation? Maybe it could. Just in case, like
the birds that sense the arrival of winter, Donna
and I decided to go South: Brazil, a land of beauty and abundance.
After all, sunshine and new horizons make great subject
for new songs. Finances were scarce but our determination
We sung in Copacabana, Ipanema, Leblon, Barra - those are
famous places in Rio de Janeiro - When we sung "Um pouco
mais de céu, no seu olhar, no seu sorriso..." (a little bit
of heaven ... in your look and in your smile),
meant it. With those interested enough to talk, we shared
the reason for our song: Jesus, His Love, His Freedom, His
Peace, His Joy, His Word - That was all that really mattered.
Donna and I had now two kids. How could we reconcile music
performance with raising kids? Well, we had to
make some adjustments, but we kept on singing and performing.
The kids, as soon as they could learn, became part
of the show.
In the middle 80's, Donna and I started feeling a new burden,
a new calling, for a higher and more challenging mission:
It involved a great move, almost half way across the globe
- India and the Far East. The aim: to bring there the Word
of God - The Bible, which had changed our lives.
move involved a temporary stay in Southern Europe: Switzerland
first, then Italy. Italy, in particular, is a dreamland for
singers and buskers. Italians very fond of music. We spent one full year in the Liguria Coast, singing and raising funds
for our mission to India. We could say that we sung our
way to our destination ...
In India Donna and I were faced with a reality which we
had never experienced: millions of deprived people who struggle
everyday for survival. Music became less relevant, preempted
by the needs of our Christian mission. Only on week-ends, I had
the opportunity to play and sing at a youth meeting while Donna
stayed at home busy with our third child and teaching
home school. India was also the place for deep experiences
and we experienced both dispair and grace after
losing our third child who died in our arms one unforgetable
evening. We made it through the experience but, much against
our wishes, we had to leave short after. Our next destination:
Macau, in the southern shores of China.
The end of the decade brought the crumbling of communism
in Eastern Europe and the fall of the Berlin Wall. Donna and I went on furlough to Europe, but always eager to get back to China,
our new field of choice. After another year raising support
in Italy, we made it back to Macau, and to China.