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

They held feasts in their homes on their birthdays

November 16th, 2015|

Tragedy comes in different packages. It's a suicide bomber at a Parisian concert hall. It's a phone call that dad has brain damage from a slip on the linoleum. It's a cursory glance at the

She had a four-bedroom house once

November 3rd, 2015|

"I left him four months ago." I don't know how much of it is real, but the Lord has led me to talk and pray with M several times while doing street evangelism. Her life

Incarnation Incarnate

October 21st, 2015|

  Do you neglect your body? Because Christ sure didn't. He redeemed what he took on, and I suppose that includes the human body. Marissa and I were talking in her room the other night,

Altar Altercations

October 4th, 2015|

It was straight from the Enemy. Right as communion was about to be served, a commotion began in the front of the sanctuary. A man was yelling something, the worship pastor and the ushers formed

“Wake Up, You Need to Make Money”

September 28th, 2015|

M and her family are missionaries in Africa. Their life has been characterized by moves and shifts, encountering the most broken people, and utter reliance on the Lord. She didn't finish her degree at Bible

Sometimes Quiet is Violent

September 7th, 2015|

I remember sitting with Luke on the steps to the alleyway last semester. He was dying inside for lack of peace. Over the next few weeks, we talkedĀ and prayed and cried out to God together.