Counter-Mundane

By Bethany Mahan How does one live out a counter-culture in their every day mundane? My grateful list for the day: -Im grateful for having to wait for the good stuff -The maddening experience of not being in control, especially when I long to know whether or not good things are coming, because it might … Continue reading Counter-Mundane

Begonia

By Betsy Sholl Each evening I believe in the everlasting and fear by dawn blight will have crept into the garden. But each morning there you are, watery blossoms dripping from the lip of multiple green faucets, a magicians trick of scarf after soft yellow and orange scarf rippling from a sleeve. How to name … Continue reading Begonia

From Soul2Soul to Providence: Interview with Chris Coppernoll

By Jeff Goins, Editor A few weeks ago, Wrecked sat down for coffee with Chris Coppernoll, founder and host of internationally-syndicated Christian radio show Soul2Soul and his publicist Saul to discuss his upcoming book Providence: Once Upon a Second Chance, which comes out September 1 of this year. As a radio personality and singles minister, … Continue reading From Soul2Soul to Providence: Interview with Chris Coppernoll

Searching for Donzula

By Chris Telfer & Erin McKenna 6.25.07 Chris Telfer writes from Swaziland: Three weeks ago while we were finishing up our time in Dondo, Mozambique I opened up an email from my friend Cassie Morgan. She was finishing up her time in Swaziland, Africa and was about to head back to the States. She shared … Continue reading Searching for Donzula

Grace for Sale

By Amanda Petersen Last week there was an article about sex trade in Thailand. Amanda Petersen has been working with Wrecked since the beginning and recently left for Thailand. She has been there about two weeks. This is a story about her experience thus far with a little background about Nana Plaza. To many, Nana … Continue reading Grace for Sale

My House is Empty, Pt. 2

By CJ Speelman Continued from My House is Empty, Pt. 1: That night, as I tossed and turned in my own clean bed, wrapped in sheets with a fan keeping me cool, Linda haunted my thoughts. Her hollow, encrusted eyes pierced my conscience, her small, gurgling voice kept saying thank you. I wrestled with myself; … Continue reading My House is Empty, Pt. 2