When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled … More A Language They Understand
I wrote this reflection 13 weeks ago on the day of the Parkland school shooting. It happened again today, this time closer to home in Santa Fe, Texas. Deep down we all know it’s only a matter of time until it happens again somewhere else… it’s almost enough to make us barely notice, as though … More The Only Way Through
We cleaned out our spare bedroom this weekend. It’s a room we’ve used as a defacto second living area these last couple of years. With our computer desk and a small table for the girls, it’s the room with the crayons and the scissors and the space on the floor to read books or play … More Custom-Made Callings
This post first appeared at No Hands But Ours. I met Heba in a park a few months after we brought our youngest daughter home from China. I didn’t notice her playing with her young daughters, even though under normal circumstances I probably would have. I’ve always been drawn to people from other cultures and … More Drawing a Wider Circle
