teanna sunberg

Author: teanna2day

  • a difficult God

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    Ever wonder why God has to be so difficult? If anybody has the resources to crush slavery, to end death, to bring peace, certainly it is God. We celebrate His resurrection. His power over sin, His victory over death. This moment in our human framework when Jesus just walked right through Hell’s doorway and back into…

  • a few good lessons i learned along the way

    a few good lessons i learned along the way

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      We cross the street. I grab for her hand. And, she gives it. No pouting. No complaining. Just natural, the way a girl does with her mom. The way she has done a million times before. Sometimes skipping. Sometimes blissfully unaware of the Sofia traffic that will not stop for anybody, not even pigtails…

  • a blessing as you graduate

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    Lexi Mae, Last night your daddy and I stood before a group of people with you planted in the middle, waiting to hear a blessing that just could not be spoken through our tears. You see, nothing on this gigantic pinprick in our galaxy prepared us for the tidal wave of love that a tiny…

  • when we have faces – Croatia in Focus

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    It is a rainy afternoon and I am snapping photos from a little golf cart that tours Krakow, Poland. It has no sides but still shares the busy, traffic-jammed streets with real vehicles, leaving me with a feeling of vulnerability. I shiver and grasp my camera securely. The spring rain still has the bite of winter…

  • esther we are

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    If not ME then WHO? If not NOW then WHEN? – – monica boseff on taking a stand against the issue of anti-trafficking  

  • a face in the trash

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    It was Christmas morning 2000 and the apartment was quickly filling with people. There were gifts under the tree, two sweet toddler cherubs waiting for the big event, tummy tickling aromas coming from the oven, snow picturesquely falling in a gentle haze. All was as it should be. And, I? I was half submerged in…

  • the face of God

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    A few years back, when Gorbachev and Reagan chatted over a wall that fell, the Soviet Union ceased to be and we brought out sketch pads and sharpened our pencils and carved the map of Europe into fields of responsibility for the Church of the Nazarene. We called them things like the CIS, which meant the…

  • no entry

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    It begins where many of us would simply not dare to live. It begins with centuries of violence and disputes over political lines and ancient religious differences and deep-seated ethnic divisions. It begins with death on both sides of a border. And a breakaway republic that bravely declares itself its own, regardless of who may…

  • dancing shadow people

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    I wore a terracotta skirt to the Tenabrae service. The long, flowing, Bohemian kind. The room was dark and the candles were lit and the shadows they made waltzed in the room. The people were quiet and the scriptures were read and the voices they cried were from another Garden. A night that reminds us…

  • reporter

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    I have a reporter’s journal. I take it with me wherever I go with this crazy idea that I am somehow recording and reporting our history in Eastern Europe. Sometimes, a day in the life of a missionary is about recording and reporting and hoping and praying. I will need a new notebook soon because…