Why We Need to have the Courage to Look our Neighbor in the Eye
I was 14 years old when I first remember looking pain and injustice in the…
Category: Stumbling to Jesus
Stumbling into Holy Ground Moments Around the Table of Refugees
Last week I was invited to a space I had no business being in. It…
The Simple Practice that Changes [Almost] Everything
I like to think of myself as a pretty joyful person—quick to point out beauty…
It’s not You Who Makes the Trees Grow
I can’t work my way out of this. “This” seems to change in every season….
Finding Joy Even When Something Feels Missing
This place is oddly quiet. I’ve grown used to the sound of fans, air con…
It’s Time for the Seasons to Change
My time in Mae Sot is coming to a close, and this keeps me up…
When Interruptions Become Moments of Doing Life Together
I relished the silence. On this particular day, business in Braverly was slow. A few…
Finding Jericho Moments When we Open our Clenched Fists
It was November 2017, and my world was a hot mess. I think the technical…
What it Feels Like to Climb a Mountain in the Dark with a Flashlight
I’ve been wrestling with the Father a lot these days. What a Christian thing to…
What it Actually Means to Live Brave
This week I stepped into a room filled with people who were there to hear…