The wounds I learned to operate from early on in life were the ones that screamed, “You don’t belong. You’re not enough.” It sounds ridiculous. I come from a stable middle class white American family; I should have always known where I fit. Yet I don’t remember a time when I didn’t feel like I’d […]
My Stones of Remembrance
by on May 8, 2019 1 Comment
For someone with a love of simplicity and order, I own an excessive amount of trinkets. A few weeks before our departure from South Asia, I packed some of them in a suitcase to send back with a friend returning to the United States. I lovingly wrapped the items as I pondered the most important things […]
The Waters of Liberation
by on April 17, 2019 Leave a Comment
I’ve lived on the banks of a river that is the stuff of legends—those storied waters that cradled civilization and was the bridge between life and death for the ancients. It is obvious why Egypt is called “the gift of the Nile” once you spend a couple months in the sandy, dry heat. No life […]
When Those People Become My People
by on March 20, 2019 1 Comment
A quick Google search defines the word they as a pronoun “referring to two more people previously mentioned or easily defined.” It’s my experience that no one group of people is easily defined but, oh, we still like to try. We tuck people away into groups of them and those people, defining those groups as […]
The Red Couch: The Very Good Gospel Introduction
by on March 5, 2019 Leave a Comment
Most of us reconstruct our beliefs or our language about God and faith over the years. I’m with Sarah Bessey who says, “if our theology doesn’t shift and change over our lifetimes, then I have to wonder if we’re paying attention.” One slow, aching change has been from a very personal, individualistic view of the […]
