teanna sunberg

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  • a church that dares

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    It is Jacques with his African rhythm in accents that the God of Berundi speaks and Annalee beside him embracing her uniqueness as if the Creator of the universe personally dabbled in her DNA. And there are their girls boldly bringing friends to church because God is powerful. And there is this tremendous group of…

  • return to paris

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    We stand at the edge of the Eiffel Tower and its noble heights remind us that we have passed this way before. Before there were girls and hair bows and makeup and purses, there was simply a boy and a girl on a journey.   And he said to her, ‘Let’s wait to climb this…

  • a matter of shoes

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    Her screams tore through the night pulling us from the peace of our dreams and like dominoes down a corridor, blurry eyes peered around doors to encounter a woman deposited in the middle of the hotel’s corridor, like someone’s bag of trash.  She glared back at us from a defiantly misplaced heap.   “What is…

  • birthing freedom sunday

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    Freedom. It is on my mind like the impending labour pains for a mother to be. Sleep does not soothe, movement does not relieve; one never really gets away from the reality that something significant is happening just beyond our reach. We are in labour today for freedom on this glorious Sunday, 09 March, 2014. I wonder…

  • Hero Hope

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    The following post comes from an article I wrote that was just published in Engage Magazine. To see the Engage article, go to http://engagemagazine.com/content/ask-missionary-how-have-you-developed Once upon a time, a little slip of a Kansas girl was planted in a rural hiccup between two lakes. She dreamt of slaying dragons on the oceans of a Green…

  • pro nobis monday

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    Jesus, You know so much about brokenness. My brokenness. And, it is a Monday morning and I’m starting out behind and Satan is telling me all about my sin and my shortcomings. All about how clay is worth nothing. It seems like he knows them better than even I do, Lord.

  • freedom’s war

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    walls My brother’s soul fights the fear of desolation. Cold. Dark. Alone in the night.  And, he chases shivers with fire because you learn to live like that in a tent city. In February. In Kiev. Things don’t come easy here. The fire that holds back the arctic breeze scorches the skin, burns the hand,…

  • tenacious love

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    Our community recently suffered a tragic, tragic loss. The following are but words, but words that flow out of sorrow in death and tenacious hope birthed in community that is grounded in our faith. To the One who taught us how to live brokenly whole. a mother heaves and shrieks and groans into being life that…

  • practical grace

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    Maybe our home is small but it is full of love. Too often messy but a testimony to the chaos of life and love with active girls, a wayward puppy, and the journey that the Lord has laid before us. Let’s be honest, we lead unique lives and by unique, I may mean unpredictable, full,…

  • powerful conversations

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    Voices. Yours. Mine. Ours. What do we say, think, believe about issues, ideas, events that shape our life and how we live this journey? It could be a powerful conversation.