Hard Work and the New City 13 Mar, 2017 It’s hard to imagine newness in the shadow of destruction. In the days after 9/11, we suffered disorientation. How could we think beyond the pile of smoldering… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
What’s Next 20 Feb, 2017 On a Sunday morning one January in 2013, the central marketplace in Burundi exploded into flames. By the day’s end the hub of the local economy melted,… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Footwashing 24 Mar, 2016 Matara is a land of milk and honey, a land filled with God’s abundance. Claude and I went to visit our friends there wanting to spend time… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
I See you, Burundi 15 Mar, 2016 We landed after thirty-plus hours in transit. Jostling carry-on bags and excitement, we made it to the bottom of the stairs, stepping foot into the tarmac in… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
African Grandparents 20 Nov, 2015 It wasn’t too hard to rouse the excitement in my parents regarding the impending adoption of our son – they were adoptive parents themselves, after all. Their… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Broken-Down Burundi 14 May, 2015 Burundi, today I turned my face away from you. Every word I heard sounded like a rumor, not a fact. My head ached as it spun in… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Mother’s Day in Burundi 10 May, 2015 On Mother’s Day the women of Burundi took to the streets. Recent weeks have brought conflict onto these very streets – protesters, police, tear gas, water cannons… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
Thinking of Brian… 07 May, 2015 Brian McLaren is a good friend, the kind you can dive deep into conversation with poolside in Burundi or on the sandy beaches of Florida. He is… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ A Deeper Story: Miriam’s Drum } 16 Apr, 2014 The Hebrews danced to the emphatic beating of the drums across the Red Sea, leaving behind the brickyards forever. They sang “The horse and rider YHWH has… Share:FacebookTwitteremail
{ Deeper Family: He Sits With Women } 05 Mar, 2014 He sits with women. When trouble comes, the mamas and widows gather at the edges of peril and my husband finds them. He joins them. Last week… Share:FacebookTwitteremail