Border stories … thoughts on refugees

Maybe God is penning a comedy up there?

third space

It is a little odd, really, like God forgets the storyline

when we have faces – Croatia in Focus

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 [...]

a face in the trash

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 [...]

sing

Somewhere between Zagreb and Budapest, where the farmers gather the fruits of another year's sweat and tears, there stands a church in the midst of a ripe field. Every ear is straining toward the sun, the heart of each plant bursting in readiness for transition. And in the very midst of this lavish testimony of [...]

come on to Zagreb!

It is time for another trip. Zagreb, Croatia. Dave and Betsy, put on the coffee. No need to pack your bags. It is a short, 3-hour drive from Budapest. Grab a drink and a snack for the ride, your passport, and let's go. We will be seeing Dave and Betsy Scott and their sweet cherubs JJ [...]