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 - [...]

the face of God

A few years back, when Gorbachev and Reagan chatted over a wall that fell, the Soviet Union ceased to be and we brought out sketch pads and sharpened our pencils and carved the map of Europe into fields of responsibility for the Church of the Nazarene. We called them things like the CIS, which meant the [...]