I shared this over at my private Facebook page and thought I’d post it here too! If anything, I just really want YOU to know…it doesn’t matter how broken, or lost, or dysfunctional your life may seem to you… God can use YOU…. As a little girl I was drawn to the missionaries who came from around the […]
My Homeless Friend Steve and Our Theology of Excess
We have an hour to spare. I wasn’t even looking for him. “That’s him, that’s Steve”, I gasp to my spouse. In a parking lot, leaning up against the light post, wearing the same dirty green, army jacket he wore the last time I talked to him. Â His furry friend still close. Nothing has changed, except […]
Meeting Our Sponsor Child Face to Face
“How do we pick among all the faces?” Pages of “Food for the Hungry” children line up in front of our church office. She must have seen my frustration. For, “Sometimes God can work through random selection.” is all our Mission’s pastor wisely tells us. We shuffle children. I close my eyes and pick one like lots in […]
When We All Must Flee the Stick-Hitters. And UNITE Linky
“We are all only as great as the least of these among us.” I first see her face; Mocha skin, pony-tails reaching, big cheeks, walking un-supervised around the construction site where we touch shoulders with her people. Passing concrete along, for hours. A few other children gather, but she draws me like a tsunami where I […]
When You Are Called to “Give Your Life Away”. And UNITE
I trim off the dangling threads from my well-worn Bill Blass carry-on. The ones still reaching to grip China, from the last time I left it… But couldn’t hold on. I bow my head, taking scissors, cutting the airline tag saying, Hong Kong. And the bars keeping aching eyes back, whip through my head…still piercing my […]
The Day They Turn 18
I cried myself to sleep last night. She turned eighteen. All my attempt to bottle up that infant staring the world straight in the face….futile. I thought I could stop time. I thought I was God. Confining that two foot, little girl in a flowing dress,and sparkly shoes in the crevasses of my mind. But that […]