dear john – no trespassing

   Dear John. I arrived at the rescue house last night and it was full of girls, like me. Some older. Some younger. But, all of them wear the 'for sale' sign in their eyes. We don't shed our price tags easily.  You never asked me how old I am. 15. Do you remember 15?  [...]

Beautiful Feet

Beautiful Feet

In the Balkans, you take your shoes off when you enter a home. Always. Even if the host insists that you leave your shoes on. Always. We remember the verse that tells us that 'beautiful are the feet that bring Good News'. It is true. But, not because we are beautiful. Not because our feet [...]

Words

Words

Some days I sit at this 5:30 AM screen and I stare at the blinking cursor. There is so much clamoring within me to get out, to speak. "You are not ready ... yet," I say. "Wait a while. Today is not your day." And sometimes I cannot make the words behave. I fear that [...]

women who go and tell

And so the story goes. It was a cold and weepy dawn when Mary came. The ancient word does not tell us if the sun rose in golden splendor during that hour, but the tears that Mary wept were enough to shadow the sun. And, I imagine her with that jar of spices that weighed more [...]

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 [...]

a little boy eats chicken salad sandwiches

a little boy eats chicken salad sandwiches

It is 1:30 AM and our bus stops at a petrol station somewhere between Romania and Moldova. The bus is sticky, smothering hot, the bathroom does not work and the seats are cramped. Really cramped. The 'I can't sleep but I'm desperate to,' kind of cramped. The roads swirly zig zag like a scene from [...]

this thing before we sleep

I am tucked away in the kitchen of the Budapest Blessings Church while the rain falls on this parched land and the family sleeps on mattresses in the church turned hostel.. After driving 8 hours on Saturday, we slipped into Sighisoara sheets well after midnight. We made the challenging but traditional Sunberg family hike up [...]

the church must dance

  Lazarus danced a jig. Well, he did. Sometimes our scripture imagination becomes a myopia of what we see on the written page and we can begin to think that the entirety of Jesus' life were the bullet points we find in the Gospels. Now, they are the authoritative version, verified by ancient counsels of Godly [...]

lazarus dancing

  All of us want to see Lazarus dancing.  On June 14, our family begins a journey that will last until August. We will be continuously on the road : from our home in Budapest to Romania to Bulgaria to Moldova to Poland, to Denmark, back to Hungary, back to Bulgaria, and then home to [...]