What if our homes became the place God’s people gathered to worship and our churches became homeless shelters? What if hungry people came to church on Sunday for supper and single parents came on workdays for free childcare. What if the coffee shop became a job training center, the bookstore a library, and we moved Thursday…… Continue reading Reimagining Church
Imagine a world where no one eats alone. A world where the lonely and aged, the weird and the scary always had a seat at the table. A world where we ate with our enemies and invited Judas to breakfast. Could we change the world with biscuits and gravy? I keep thinking about the problem…… Continue reading Eat With The Wrong People
If I were to title the book of my days it would be called Life: a Quest for Self-Improvement. I’ve spent countless hours attempting to being thinner, stronger, healthier, smarter, faster, more disciplined and more spontaneous. I’ve created morning routines for productivity and evening routines for rest. I’ve listened to podcasts on how to have…… Continue reading Girl, Wash Someone’s Feet
You guys. I figured out how to save the world. We take care of everyone. By everyone I mean everyone. By we I mean me, I mean you. We decide in advance: No one gets left behind. The man on the side of the road. The people living in our house. The people who make…… Continue reading How To Save The World
I have a dream, a dream called Love, and it starts with me. It looks like me baking bread, grateful for the wheat and the yeast, marveling at the rising, kneading it slow and praying for the neighbor who will receive it. It looks like lingering instead of pulling away, hugging instead of flinching, seeing…… Continue reading A Dream Called Love
Blithely we move through the minutes as if breath and lungs are no big deal. We believe life is like a magician’s endless scarf and as long as we keep pulling days will keep coming out of the hat. We fail to see the slight of hand and fall for the oldest trick in the book:…… Continue reading What Will You Do?
I want to be a person who fights for the marginalized and ostracized, the tired and poor, those yearning to breathe free. I want to be an ally to the weird and forgotten, the difficult and the downtrodden. I want to advocate for the hurting and the heartbroken, the refugee, the immigrant and the disenfranchised.…… Continue reading Stirring Pots