Cut Open

Our colorful nativity set was placed on a table beside our box TV that year. We were weeks away from welcoming our first child and I was overcome with anxiety about giving birth. Just days before Christmas, my husband and I wrote our biggest-fears-turned-biggest-prayers onto ripped-up printer paper and laid them before the baby Jesus’ […]

The Sound of Seaweed Soup

I have this picture of my mom etched in my mind along with a myriad of childhood memories. She is standing at the kitchen stove, leaning on her right leg, bent over some kind of bubbling, dark, cloudy liquid. It is the kind of Korean soup that hid a number of odd vegetables and a few […]

The Solidarity of Storytelling

We sat around a rectangular table. There were 12 of us, maybe 15. Our professor was the last one to join us at the start of each class and always came in with a tan file folder in one hand and an army green thermos in the other. Without fail, he greeted us with a smile and […]

From Bone and Dust, I am Beloved

I’ve pictured the moment a million times: Jesus standing up to remove his outer garments and wrapping a towel around his waist. What were the disciples doing as he did this? Were they paying attention? What did they think the basin of water was for? Did any of them understand? Most of all, I wonder […]

Bold as Starlight

Bold used to sound like an ugly adjective to me. I came into the world early–at a mere 3 and ½ lbs. My lungs weren’t ready for the world.  I was rushed from one hospital to another and spent my first 21 days in an incubator, connected to tubes. The only way my family could make contact […]