A life of stumbling grace. A journey with the discarded. And a little kitchen therapy.

Jesus Dreams and the Ache of Rescue.

It most always comes upon awakening. The ache. The chest caving in, find it hard to breathe ache found in the ligaments of life between the “I must do something” and the “I’m helpless to do anything.” It’s such a familiar pain now. I used to fight against it but …

Yes Ronnie. We are Walking.

It wasn’t my first time to step into the haphazard community of folks who might be missed by most who visit the beautiful city. It was easy to think of the apartment building as an Island of Misfit Toys – and perhaps that’s why it felt so much like home …

When (Please) is the Cry.

The cathedral was born in Nevrincea, Romania, in 1909. She flourished until Communism marched into her village and killed liberty. She wanted to be reborn when the revolution lit up the night and cried “freedom.” She longed to breathe again when liberty was given new life. She took stumbling steps …

The Little Ragamuffins.

For Ragamuffins, God’s name is Mercy. We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge us into despair – for some, self-destruction. Time alone with God reveals the unfathomable depths of the poverty of the spirit. …

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