My dad loved India and part of why I've come is to see why. It becomes clearer every day.
A pilgrimage of my own
Category: family
Living on the streets in Mumbai
It is easy to impose our own vision of home and happiness on people who don't care as much about it as we do.
an Advent(ure) of faith
Tonight there were four candles on our table, but only one was lit. It is the first week of Advent and, if you let it, every meal can be turned to worship.
waiting for Elias to come
Your mom's love will steady you and her spirit will encourage you and her faith will sustain you. Some young men have mothers who drain them, even scare them. You are not one of those men.
a common grace
I still crave that fresh saltwater fish a few minutes from the bay—hot, juicy and oily, served with hushpuppies. I think that’s what Jesus served his disciples on the shore of the Galilee, after the resurrection.
the daysman 