Sometimes we’re called to a task – a race – that we aren’t prepared to run. We stand at the start with shaking knees, dripping eyes and nose, and a real sense of dread. The gun fires and we are called to engage. We know that we aren’t ready for the mileage ahead. Will that … Continue reading The race set before us
(Editor’s Note: This is a guest post from Ashley Francis. Ashley and her team are on the World Race, currently serving in India. You can follow Ashley on her blog.) One hundred and thirty deaf kids, kids who can’t hear the sound of laughter, or language, or the complexity of music. This is where AIM … Continue reading You’re Giving Me Good Vibrations
(Editor’s note: This is an excerpt from my time in Malaysia during Month 6 of The World Race. I’m currently still in the field beginning Month 9) I came to Malaysia to ATL the month and win souls for the gospel. I was convinced we would see signs and miracles. I had a feeling we … Continue reading We broke up…It’s not you, it’s me
I was practically hyperventilating as I trudged up the rocky path alone. Why again did I agree to hike up a mountain? I hate hiking. I know I hate hiking. Why am I here, in this moment? ALONE?? Due to my ever impressive ability to take more time than anyone else while “hiking” (aka breathing … Continue reading You don’t need a silver lining when you’ve got the whole sky
Walking the block from the bus stop to my front door seemed like miles and miles as I saw both my parents cars in the driveway. They had planned for weeks to be out of town that day…I knew that it had to be something big for them to be home. They met me at … Continue reading What If Today Was Your Last?
The Princess Bride is keeping me company in this rather solemn night. A bit of brevity after a hell-of-a-week. I appreciate the emotional respite – the oasis – this goofy movie creates in a week of innocents lost. Monday. Oh Monday. Boston was shaken and so was the nation. We who go and give … Continue reading Inconceivable
Someone bombed the Boston Marathon this week. I read the story with one hand over my mouth in silent horror. I wish I could say that I was shocked by the attack, but I wasn’t. I was broken-hearted and left breathless. But I wasn’t surprised. We live in a world where violence isn’t just normal, … Continue reading There’s Power in the Blood.
“It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant … Continue reading If I wanted mudpies I would live in the dirt.
Sometimes I don’t understand the Lord at all. By sometimes, I mean most of the time. I was reminded of this a couple of weeks ago as I walked up to a friend’s house for Easter lunch. There were people in every direction that I looked. Bright colored outfits filled my eyes. Laughter and joy, … Continue reading Why Do Horrible Things Happen?
Yesterday, I ran for joy. Not for a race, time, fitness or some other noble pursuit; I ran for joy. Sort of like Forrest Gump; I just ran. After years of starts and stops, contemplative conversations during shared runs over the Flint Hills, and the refuge of running alone with a God I cannot see – … Continue reading Wrecking ball
