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Recently I told you about the ride Dave and I had from the international airport in Nairobi to the office compound where our future offices were located. (Click on A sweet small world to read that post.) The date was August 21, 1994. I shared with you that Paul, our driver, had steered the van out of wild and crazy traffic and onto a narrow, quiet lane lined with towering eucalyptus trees. Within seconds, he pulled up to a wrought iron gate with stone pillars on each side, and a blue-uniformed man stepped out of a narrow wooden guardhouse. He swung the gate open and Paul drove us into a small compound. We slid open the van doors, climbed down, and—stepped into springtime. Dappled sunshine filtered through tall old trees, and the temperature felt about seventy degrees. After unruly city traffic, noise, and exhaust, this place was a hushed haven. BTL, photo by Jim O. Anderson Paul explained that our offices would be there on the campus of Bible Translation and Literacy, or BTL, a Kenya...