Advent: Personal Reflections
On this cold evening of December 3rd, the flame of one candle severs the darkness and eases the chill. It is the first Sunday…
Read MoreOn this cold evening of December 3rd, the flame of one candle severs the darkness and eases the chill. It is the first Sunday…
Read MoreI am writing a series of laments. As a white evangelical Christian, I did not learn to lament in my religious or cultural background. This…
Read MoreI am writing a series of laments. As a white evangelical Christian, I did not learn to lament in my religious or cultural background. This…
Read More“Вы профессиональный бегун? Are you a professional runner?” I’m on a city bus in Almaty, Kazakhstan on my way to run in a local city…
Read MoreAs a Third Culture Kid (TCK), I often wrestle with who I was and who I am today. The following are snapshots from the…
Read MoreOver 50 years ago on April 16, 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. wrote an open letter from a jail in Birmingham, Alabama where he was imprisoned. He wrote this letter to give challenge to those that would ask for civil rights to “wait”. He wrote this letter to those that said it was “inconvenient” timing for them to think or act in regard to the civil rights of the Black community. He wrote to those, especially those who were white, that sat in church pews and chairs across the country. He challenged the ideas of what it meant to be a person of faith, and his words challenge us today.
Read MoreWhat is this fertile ground Where hoods are removed And torches lit? Where these actions and words Of violence and hate Reverberate across the…
Read MoreIs Anybody Listening? We are a nation of opinions Someone is always talking Which leads me to wonder, Who is listening? Who is taking…
Read MoreWe’d like to offer two pop songs as Father’s Day approaches this year: one from Lukas Graham, a Danish pop and soul band, called “7…
Read MoreI walked on these stones that try men’s hearts to find a way to the large silver doors.
Opened, refined, purifying doors leading me to a love for which I long.
The earth is glowing golden hues and biding me to come on through.
Read Morewhile driving in the early hours of the day,
love meets me in my front seat.
red tail lights, my burning bush,
white head lights, my pillar.
we meet on holy ground.
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