Sometimes I sit in from on my computer screen and read about the world. Ok, not sometimes. Pretty much every day. I read about convicts on death row in Florida, orphans in Syria, American pastors imprisoned in Iran. I read about the city in Spain that sends dog poop back to their owners when they...
Read More →As I walk down the streets of Swaziland, there is an obvious absence of father’s. There are babies everywhere I look. Infants are being taken care of by three year olds. Teenage boys living on the street, with no father figure. Twelve year old girls pregnant… abandoned. There is an oppression that I can hardly...
Read More →I saw Man of Steel last night. It was worth every penny and not just for the references to Kansas State University. It got me thinking; about men, sons, dads, strength, and honor. There were four key men in the story: SuperMan/Clark Kent/Kalel, his father on earth, his father on Krypton, and the antagonist, General...
Read More →When I was in college, I took a poetry class. My professor was a woman who carried as many poems around with her as there were political buttons pinned to her leather coat. With such a teacher, our poetry was less about gardens flecked with mid-morning sun, and more about the broken lines of sidewalk in...
Read More →“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters.” Colossians 3:23 What’s the first thing that comes to mind when reading this verse? I bet it’s giving your all at your job – doings things like arriving to work on time, leaving work at 5...
Read More →During the World Race (an 11 month mission trip) we fought for a lot of things. We fought to be present where we are, fought to be positive, fought to maintain honesty and vulnerability when we just wanted to shut down and tune everyone out, fought to make every day the best it can be. In Kenya another fight...
Read More →A look on the floor of my tiny apartment and I ask myself, “What have I done this week?” Piles of books, papers, notebooks, bibles…hard to decipher letters…”I agree to waive testimony in this case.” (No.) And a line from a vintage Talking Heads song, “this is not my life”, mocks me in my despair....
Read More →I am officially home, back into America and all that she has to offer. Walking around I see people in beautiful cars, driving to grand houses while talking on their latest high-tech device. Meanwhile I am borrowing my eleven-year-old sister’s phone, driving my mother’s mini-van and living with my parents. Part of me feels like...
Read More →To be brief, January sucked. There were these perfect moments, you know? These moments when all it took to feel alive was driving through the mountains with my windows down, feeling the crisp north Georgia air on my cheeks. And then there were the other moments. Like being so incredibly ill I didn’t move from...
Read More →Defining ‘Matagalpa in My Life I searched for Matagalpa on Google last night. It was right after I saw today’s date, right after realizing June had begun. I counted the months then used my fingers to count the months. I was right the first time. Four months. I’ll be married in four months. I’ll have...
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