Category: BLOG

  • the conflict that kills

    I pulled the words from a locked room and made them speak in Hungarian, sticking my phone in his face.

  • snippets

    snippets

    PAUSE Saturday morning dawns like a secret weapon in the middle of a heartstopping video game. Here at the completion of a whirlwind 9 day journey that left 3 sweet girls waiting at home and 1 young woman starting a new life across the ocean, with the bank account at zero and the school year…

  • the tale of a tailor

    I picture God with his monocle and his needle, intently stitching away at the embryo. I imagine him working at a feverish pitch, sewing in eyes and ears and creativity and stubbornness into a quirky, unorthodox mosaic that He found amusing.

  • never enough

    never enough

    And there is something good and right about being honest, I think.

  • home tonight

    home tonight

    This is Nico, the owner Hostel Flensburg, the place we called home last night. He is proof that good people still exist. We pulled into the hostel late, called his number and he actually turned his car around and came back to check us in. Actually, everybody we met at the hostel was incredibly kind.…

  • lazarus and one world

    I saw Lazarus do a HAPPY stride like Pharell Williams last night in front of a One World television while the World Cup captivated a room full of strangers. I saw him eat a bar of dark chocolate with a bowl full of fruit this morning. He was Asian. I think I am starting to…

  • a room with strangers

    It is past midnight and I am tucked into a bed in a Krakow hostel called ‘One World’. There are 9 beds and our family fills 6 of them. There are 3 strangers sleeping in the remaining beds. This is a stretch, even for me and I am pretty stretchy. Diversity. God is amazing. And…

  • at the borders

    at the borders

    On Sunday night, we tearfully left the TNU students, professors, and the Tallalei family behind. We boarded a bus back to Sighisoara that would journey us through the windy arms of the Carpathians. At the border, we were made to get out of our bus and stand in line to go through passport control. Every…

  • lazarus stopped dancing

    lazarus stopped dancing

    Just when we thought that missioning was all fairytale adventures and warm fuzzy feelings, reality reminds us that there is another side. The character of this breaking-in kingdom, this good story, this freedom tale is humility. But, like most worthwhile things, it comes with a price. Humility is not free, you see. This reality cuts,…

  • and this is the church

    And this is the Church. Aquaponics. Testimony of God’s grace. Life together. Laughter and tears and community.