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The Ragamuffins (the year of gathering)

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...

India is in My Hair.

It's Tuesday morning where I'm at right now, and the fragrance of India is in my hair. Though I wash it daily with scents of flowers and vanilla, the...

We are All Shattered Pieces.

The more I walk this road, the more I see our fragility. Yes, we are all shattered pieces, we are all shards. We have within us a million small...

What Do We Say to a Kid in Kenya?

My friend Mindy and I finished teaching the kids at a school in a remote Kenyan village, and then asked, "Do you have any questions you'd like to ask...

A Fine Day for You to be God

My hands felt so empty. I wanted to snatch her from the slum and be her safekeeping, to build a big house and take away all longing, to make...

Being Chosen. (#1000Speak)

It was the third day at the Ravine School in Chimaltenango, and the air outside still hung heavy with the ashen remnants of Fuego’s volcanic fury. The dust mixed...

Life is Carved in Ruts.

I sit beside them at the handmade table, tucked away in the only shady spot in the courtyard that connects the small home, workshop and barn. The steamy afternoon air...

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...

The Little Shepherd.

You are such a quiet one, a hard working one. The story of your arrival at this place is kept tucked away, but there have been hints – hints...

This Doesn’t Have an Ending.

She walked into the room, her smile rivaling the vivid Central American sun outside. They said her name was Raquel. She was a shy 14-year old who loved to...

Striking Likeness of Jesus.

“And they took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus.” ~Acts 4:13 A Christian should be a striking likeness of Jesus Christ. You have read lives of...

Becoming Naked.

I sit in the airport terminal, watching the parade of people pass. I could stay here for hours, listening to the boarding calls and global languages. Certain things transcend...
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