Who Is a Witness?
The spring day was hot and muggy. My wife and I were on a short-term teaching and preaching assignment in greater Manila, Philippines. Our home base was an upstairs apartment on the seminary campus. A young woman appeared at our door asking for work. I’ll call her Janet, and she wondered if we needed a maid. At the missionaries’ urging, we hired her—the going rate in that area at that time was 10 pesos or 36 cents an hour.