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 [...]

a Monday kind of honest

a Monday kind of honest

So, if you want to find me on Monday, I'm in the corner with Thomas and the crying child with the empty Easter basket.

the west gate

the west gate

These past months of working with people who we call refugees has taught me so much about culture, about faith, and about the fear that has long controlled my life.

when death blinked first – Thursday thoughts

Live this way and you die fighting. Doubt that truth? One word .. Judas.

dancing shadow people

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 [...]