I miss Jesus.
It’s a weird statement to hear from an on-the-field missionary but it’s true, honest, and transparent. It’s also something I’m sure I’m not alone in—both among my squadmates and blogreaders.
We all have different worship styles.
Even though I daily get to participate in many different acts/types of worship, not getting my [...]
Note: the following in a collection of ridiculous and ridiculously profound quotes heard in real life or found in books during the month of February.
Shane Claiborne: So I am a radical in the truest sense of the word: an ordinary radical who wants to get at the root of what it means to love, [...]
To say that I was nervous about another day of manual labor was an understatement. I’m not super strong—plus I’ve got tendonitis from writing—so I always wonder if there are jobs I can actually complete.
I ended up at the end of the path construction assembly line.
The first few people shoveled rocks from the [...]
It’s easy to love your neighbor.
Especially if your neighbor’s nice. It’s hard to love yourself, especially since you’re mean.
If you had a friend who spoke to you the way you speak to yourself, the friendship would be short-lived.
So why do you put up with such negativity directed at yourself from yourself?
Our whole squad (47 people) is living together this month. And by “living” I mean “camping.” Our tents are pitched on a mountain so we are all strategizing about how to slide down the mountain in our sleep the fewest number of times per night. We’re all sharing one toilet (with a sink that doesn’t [...]
Whenever I speak about China, I always use the same outline. I talk about what it’s like to be a Christian in China and then I share a neat story about how God opened up the door for us to share His word.
So when Pastor Peter asked me to share about China, I was [...]
Wait. Why am I doing this again?
These words cross my mind every day. Every. Single. Day.
Every day I question why I’ve chosen to go on the World Race. Doubts fill my mind about my abilities, my passions, and my dreams. Why am I here?
This has happened before. I really shouldn’t have been surprised by it. Yet still I was. Still I am. Every time. Despite having a degree in Spanish. Despite having studied abroad and spent time chatting with locals. Despite Spanish music on my iPod. My Spanish is weak. Like gross weak. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.
On the back porch of a condo in Puerto Rico sit two sets of golf clubs. In front of them is a pool table. On it a tablet.
On the tablet’s photos of a woman who wanted the pool table. She promised they’d go golfing again on November 23rd.
But they never went golfing. She [...]
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