After parking and walking and lugging, I approach Agape, hear the drum, then smell the sweet grass. I am smudged by a greeter. I spot the tepee, placed strategically at the entrance of the main gathering area. I see many people in brightly colored regalia, noticing the tent that holds some 300 chairs. All the food and beverages are arrayed on many tables. Ah, I’m here.
Skip Schiel, Agape Mission Council Member, photo-journalist, Teeksa Photography