There's a running joke in our group (I love inside jokes) about the sentence I included in my title. But let me explain. Someone brou...
For about a couple weeks I've been running on the roads in the fields behind our church-home in Colonia Libertad, in Matamoros, whenever it'...
So I'm in the heart of a bordertown with hardened mud roads. Yesterday, for the first time since I've been here, it rained. Hard. An...
So the other day we got to walk throught the colonia (neighborhood) right next to us, Colonia Granjas. I saw this lady walking with her two chil...
Por fin! I am here! After a week-long stint in training camp in Georgia that seemed to harken back to a bad M*A*S*H episode, I am her...
Okay, if y'all (I'ma start talking like a southerner now 'cuz I'ma be down south!) are fixin' to protest these poem posts, go 'head. But blame J...
I wrote this at work while my mind was wandering/wondering. It does that a lot. I became anxious to just leave my job and start traveling ...
You know that old addage. Obviously it's there for a reason. When it rains, it pours. And you don't have to be a native of Vietnam o...
Well, I haven't really had a lot in my life happen lately that could relate directly to my themes of obedience, submission and trust, but maybe with s...
I wrote this right after a much-needed quiet time. I read Mark 14 (if you're at all interested). When I read some commentary to the side I...
