Six days from this very moment, I'm supposed to be waiting in a terminal for an airplane that will take me to these children I've been praying for these past months. Five days ago, I discovered … Read more about Six days from a war zone.
Life’s next chapter.
I carry people with me. Every moment of the day, even when I try to pretend that I'm walking solo. They are strapped to my back, tied to my heart, filling my mind as I try to go about my normal … Read more about Life’s next chapter.
Impoverished.
I was born into a Christian family. I sang my first solo in church at the age of 8. Despite taking part in Christian activities all my life, Jesus became my Lord at 14. Over the years, I … Read more about Impoverished.
$13,800.
$13,800. I don't know how far the stretch would be if you lined up 13,800 one-dollar bills end to end. Certainly not as far as I've traveled. $13,800. It seemed like the "impossible" that God … Read more about $13,800.
Tragedy that changed me.
I just read a blog by a friend of mine who is serving full-time in Kenya, and it really took me back. I spend most of my time dreaming about how the Africa I fell in love with could be a … Read more about Tragedy that changed me.
This Jesus is different.
(I wrote this the day after I finished my service in Gainesville, though I am posting it six months later.) I finished my service to the World Race yesterday. While I'm not quite sure where … Read more about This Jesus is different.
The hard years.
One thing the Race did for me was to help me value honesty, and I've always appreciated the reactions I've received when I write honestly. That being said, this is honest, though not very pretty. I've … Read more about The hard years.
On Osama bin Laden and all the Undeserving
Sufjian Stevens wrote one of my very favorite songs. It's about serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, who killed dozens of teenage boys in the 1970s. Gacy, to most, was seen as a normal … Read more about On Osama bin Laden and all the Undeserving
Processing the Return to Uganda
I prayed that I would know. So far, I know very little. I feel a lot of things, most if them seem conflicting more times than not. Sometimes I'm scared to leave my room because I don't … Read more about Processing the Return to Uganda
