Last summer after I had returned from Egypt, someone asked what memory I would hold onto most fondly. Without thinking I said, “Sitting on the roof of the seminary late at night with the stars overhead, a cool breeze blowing and engrossed in wonderful conversation.” It’s not surprising then to hear that after dinner Wednesday night, I headed up to the roof. The sun sets early in Cairo, they don’t have twilight like I’m used to in northern climes. So by 8:30 the sky is dark and the stars begin to appear. From the third floor of the seminary building you
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