not a field trip

This morning, once again the brokenness of my neighborhood swept over us like a wave.  This morning I walked out the front door of the building where we pay $2600 for the “privilege” of living in 1000 square feet with people above, below, and on either side of us.  I walked out and straight through … More not a field trip

reluctant missionaries

I’m old enough to have accumulated a great deal of baggage associated with the term missionary.  I remember when it carried with it imagery of the super faithful, those who traveled where most dared not, ate things that most dared not and wrestled with cultures that most had only read about.  During my undergraduate years, … More reluctant missionaries