When one is oppressed, we are all oppressed. It's time to stand up for what is right.
I was scared to go, and I didn’t have the faintest idea how to be a protester. As my patient husband can attest, I’ve certainly ranted and raved at home about issues. But the most radical political act I’ve committed up until this week was to vote. Except for maybe when I adopted a Black…Read more The Day I Became A Protester
During this time when my world shrinks and my physical coming and going is limited by a Covid19 shelter in place to rooms in my house, my mind wanders to a place far away. Last November, I worshiped in a North Vietnamese church, so newly born it still glowed with the embers of its originating…Read more Tongues of Fire
Across the world, we assume we are so different. Separated by geography, customs, food, governments, and economic and class status. And then the unimaginable happens, chaos encompasses the globe in a universal experience. And we realize we have so much more in common than we ever imagined. Unemployment and scarcity, vulnerability to disease, loneliness, death.…Read more Across the World
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." Matthew 5:8 I walk down a path, rutted and baked in the sun. Red dirt stretches to blue sky, rimmed by green jungle and weathered gray wood structures. They watch, two small girls, framed in a doorway as we near their home. Behind…Read more Where I Saw Jesus in Vietnam