i. When you sit really close to the front of the room, you can see people’s hands tremble as they perform. You see the way they steel themselves before they step up to the microphone, hear the subtle dips in faltering voices. You catch these glimpses of actual human beings, mustering up the courage to tell a room what their story is. Continue reading “Poetry Night: Thoughts from Yugto”
This is the kind of tired when it feels like the exhaustion has crept into your bones and weighs you down like lead. Last week we discovered that our two-week trip to South Asia is most definitely happening after all. I am looking forward to this new adventure, but it also means cramming two weeks’ worth of office work into just a few days.
Continue reading “Bone tired and #thebetterpart, yo.”
I had an unexpected conversation with my orthodontist a week ago. A real conversation, set off by an honest question that I chose to return with an equally honest answer. She offered to drive me home after our appointment, and we spent the car ride sharing, well, battle scars. Continue reading “People are icebergs.”
Today, what I’d intended to be a quick fifteen-minute run to grab groceries turned into an hour spent staring at paintings in a local art exhibit at the mall. Continue reading “In plain sight.”
The stories that we tell shape our worldview. When someone asks us what our stories are, what do we say? How do we tell them? Continue reading “Storytelling in missions mobilization.”
There is a writing by Augustine of Hippo that I really like. Continue reading “Late have I loved You.”
As part of our retreat two weeks ago, and as a spiritual formation exercise, my friends and I went on a contemplative walk on the shores of Lake Apo in Bukidnon. Continue reading “The practice of contemplative walking.”