The Hero I Met

I met a man who refused to turn away from the suffering of another human being, no matter the cost to himself. But he didn’t set out to become a hero.

An Invitation to an Upside Down Kingdom: The Meek

Team members were deeply disturbed by the idea of meekness. That day, as we’d served in Kenya together, we’d studied, “blessed are those who mourn.” But at dinner, team members brought up the beatitude we would study the next day, already distressed by it. People proposed various definitions of “meek,” from being a doormat to…Read more An Invitation to an Upside Down Kingdom: The Meek

An Invitation to an Upside Down Kingdom: Those Who Mourn…

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted No one chooses the path of mourning, do they? Life has its own way of thrusting each of us into the valley of tears. Who would deliberately seek it out? When my father died, his departure shocked and shook me to the core. The current…Read more An Invitation to an Upside Down Kingdom: Those Who Mourn…

An Invitation to an Upside Down Kingdom

The Beatitudes Joy of Kenya; 2013; 21" x 28 1/2"; mixed media: watercolor, pastel, charcoal. Many years ago, in 2002, I stumbled across an old, out-of-print book about the Beatitudes in a used bookstore on the outskirts of Nairobi. Starting my first day in an unfamiliar environment, displaced from my usual frame of reference, I…Read more An Invitation to an Upside Down Kingdom

Sifted Into Gold, again

I return to an old, rutted road marked with a faded sign, almost hidden in untamed overgrowth: "Welcome poor in spirit." But with just one step, my eyes open in wonder. The promise isn't posted on a sign, for it is evident to all who dare stumble down its mysterious twists and turns, "for theirs…Read more Sifted Into Gold, again