Not Another Bite
When I first moved to Honduras three years ago, I ate everything my host family ate: beans, eggs, cream, tortillas. Heavy, simple plates—bland, but satisfying. But then suddenly one day, months in, I just couldn’t do it anymore.
Sermon of the Aspens
I like to term myself “religious but not spiritual.” I enjoy the trappings and rituals of church: the hymns, taking communion, post-service cookies (especially the cookies).
I Know All About You
Which poison: a lifetime spent seeing flashy landmarks, never staying put, or a lifetime getting lost in one place?
Shut Up and Learn Something, Stupid!
With this skewed perspective, it’s almost impossible to disassociate Calvin’s intended view of vocation, and our idea of vocation in relation to our career.
The Butterfly Effect
Not only did this miscreant have the gall to stop far too distant from the proper spot, he had the utter audacity to hesitate and linger when the blessed green light at last showered itself onto us lowly plebeians.
A Thin Place
I sank my water bottle into nature’s LaCroix, took a sip, offered some to Gwyn.
One Piece at a Time Vol. II: How to Lose a Dishwasher in 10 Weeks
Like a tube of toothpaste gettin’ squeezed out,
The rest of that dishwasher slowly eased out
Hush, Little Bird
Her voice was not strong. But it was powerful in softness, clear in tone. After dozens of services hearing her struggle with melody, she sang in perfect harmony.
Changing the World 101
Simply begin at Blog Post #1, in which I make a rudimentary, over-simplified attempt at the “can’t we all just get along?” argument that would become a recurring theme in my work over the years.
Rising to the Occasion
Then we heard an all-too-familiar sound―a jolt and an internal groan as the bus gasped for breath. We all responded in cartoon-like unison.
