Missionary Feet

My daughter, like many others, loves to put on my shoes. Strangely my sturdy Tevas are not as picturesque as a pair of heels. The first time she tried them on, my pulse quickened with concern. My shoes are with me everywhere. The street. The dirt. Drop toilets. Everywhere. And in wanting to be likeContinue reading “Missionary Feet”

Work: Alleviating poverty and the danger of false identity

Idleness is debilitating. Father, husband, shows up at a construction site, waiting for the day’s assignment. No work for the day, he wanders back into the streets, unable to provide for his family that day. What options does that leave? Targeting items of the wealthier, gang involvement, alcoholism and more. Of course, this is notContinue reading “Work: Alleviating poverty and the danger of false identity”

Learning to Trust: Reflections on the death of Brennan Manning

“As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you. Abide in my love.” – John 15:9 During my first season in Kenya, I wrote it on a notecard and stuck it on the bathroom mirror in the room where I lived in the Ham’s house. I recited it to myself, memorized it toContinue reading “Learning to Trust: Reflections on the death of Brennan Manning”