Shades of Gray

Shades of Gray

The rythmic pump of oxygen is there. It's faint, but it comes on the 5 or 6 count - unexpectedly and quietly. It's a gentle breeze puffed into the century-old body. 100 years of life that began in 1916. Imagine that. And I steal a few moments to sit with him and draw out the [...]

A God Who Calls Women to Pastor

It is Friday afternoon and my 14-year old folds her tall frame into the passenger seat.  “Mom, I am so angry.” Uh-oh. My mother’s heart braces for teen-age trouble. “Today in class, Mr. X. said that women cannot be pastors because they are inferior to men. And Mom, when I told him I think God has [...]

waiting

The streets of Sofia are uncharacteristically quiet this Good Friday morning. There is the occasional car, the steady whiz of a city bus, the sporadic pace of a pedestrian, but the city is walking this day in a reverent kind of hush. Even the bright and glorious Thursday sunshine has dimmed her brilliance to a [...]

seeking sanctuary

seeking sanctuary

Truthfully, you cannot nod your head as the US responds to blast a chemical plant in Syria without also recognizing that the reason Syrian people began to flee 2 years ago was a valid one. Perhaps now we understand a little better? I met the kids you see pictured here in the distance during one [...]

when women preach

when women preach

  She had just blazed through a list of reasons why she did not like the Church and, 'did not like' is perhaps too polite because the emotion of it was anchored in something deeper and stronger: She was not the first during that weekend to express anti-church and anti-God sentiments. In conversation after conversation it [...]

torn shoes and tuesday nights

torn shoes and tuesday nights

teanna sunberg

Shoes and Tuesday nights – I wish that I could just kick both of them into an unwanted and ignored corner where my soul would find peace because they are unexpected and unwelcome interruptions into my comfortable life. For one, I feel dislike. For the other, I feel desperation.

Tuesday nights are refugee response night and I don’t like Tuesday nights. We gather together from a multitude of geographic locations where we skype into our Hungarian kitchen to discuss the refugee situation across the Balkans. For me, it takes a supreme act of will and courage to sit my body down at that table and listen to those reports.

Covered in my warm blankets, in my cozy house, with a full stomach and girls tucked into corners with homework and a kitchen of dirty dishes waiting for their immersion of hot sudsy water, I experience a disonnance that I hate. From…

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Jesus, a Middle Eastern Refugee and What That Means for Me

Here on this cold Saturday morning, I'm scrolling through sunny June photos and remembering last summer's fun days. Found this super cute memory of a tourist day in Thessaloniki with our friends and their sweet kiddos. Aren't Lilly and Abe adorable? See the green tote that Abe is carrying? We had just given him that - [...]

snow stories

The snow has begun to fall transforming Budapest yet again. Gone are the colorful, ever-bustling Christmas Markets. Today, the snow blankets the city in a cozy winter white. The ice floating down the Danube has made world news and is trending on #Budapest

torn shoes and tuesday nights

torn shoes and tuesday nights

And as fear grows, it scoots compassion to the edge of a great cavern called Safety.

village life

This morning, we woke up to a beautiful snowfall. As I drove the girls to school early, I was captivated by the quiet beauty of this Hungarian village that we call home. To be completely honest and fair, Diosd became a town in 2014 but it keeps the quaint atmosphere of a village. Click here [...]