Broken Beating Hearts

April 5th, 2016|

Tonight, I met Hagar. She was pushing a stroller at top speed through the subway tunnel. She was haggard, dirty, poorly dressed. Her daughter was eerily silent. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could

So, Does this Outfit Make Me Look Relevant…?

March 30th, 2016|

"Do you have Instagram?" I looked at the man across the counter of the donut shop and shook my head. He was trying to connect me with the store's coupon offer. Needless to say, I

I’d like to order one Rapture, please…

March 20th, 2016|

It's hard to look at the monstrous expectations of your future and of yourself and not be overwhelmed. I want to grow up well. I want to do this life thing right, honor God, finish

The Heart Pumper

February 28th, 2016|

Oftentimes, I feel like there is nothing more to say. What is the significance of "my contribution" to any of this world? Writing, thoughts, opinions, convictions, definitions, loves, hates? What on earth do I have

The Door Opener

February 12th, 2016|

It's funny how He does it. My life has consisted of a progressive unfolding, a journey of steps and many, many doors. My heart has been rent and reformed dozens of times--expectations derailed, God switching


January 29th, 2016|

Crumbs. Pieces. Fragments. Slices. The Bible, when you think about it, doesn't offer us that much. This book is, by its own attestation, God's complete self-revelation, everything he believes is necessary for us to know


January 11th, 2016|

"Great is Thy faithfulness," the congregation sang. Worshiping at a historic church here in the City, I receive a weekly dose of beauty and hymnody. This morning, as I looked another semester square in the

Wonderstruck and Bothering

December 25th, 2015|

I've been pondering this one phrase that has so completely captured my imagination: God bothered. This Incarnation Celebration Season, aka Christmas, we rave about the commercialism and the church services, the cookies and the presents,

Wounds and Boxes

December 2nd, 2015|

There are several storage tubs currently sitting under my bed. They hold things of mine: gloves, an extra hat, shoes, summer clothes neatly folded and laundered. We tend to associate storage with organization, or unneeded