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The prisoners are set free

We spent our last month in Malawi which figures among the least developed countries in the world. This was our last month in Africa and like every other country on the continent, it is filled with natural beauty and beautiful people. They call it "the warm heart of Africa". Our ministry was based out of a hostel named Butterfly Space, located in the shores of lake Malawi in a town called Nkhata Bay. There we were surrounded by puppies, monkeys, ants, spiders, slugs, and the occasional hippo swi

Looking for smart sermon podcasts

Someone asked me for sermons and sermon podcasts with smarter preachers, with more intellectually engaging content. This would be in contrast to the many other popular sermon podcasts that might be described as “putting cookies on the bottom shelf” and everyday language to try to reach the largest number of people, per se. Here’s what I found so far – please add a comment or contact me with others.

Redeemer Presbyterian Church – Tim Keller (iTunes)

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I Want To Go Home.

I want to go home.   Those thoughts have entered my mind a few times since leaving America. Now, I don’t really want to go home and I’m not going to, but I do miss it and I’ll be excited to come back unless the Lord calls us elsewhere. I’m sitting here on a bus in Thailand headed back to Bangkok after traveling around to visit a few different teams all around Thailand. Then, We are flying to Europe in a few days (Praise Him). Things never stay the same. I’m

Miles From Momma

It's Mothers' day here in the Dominican Republic, and in case you didn't know it's a huge deal. So, this is me celebrating my mother along with the rest of the country! Really, it's just a great excuse to share a story I've been wanting to tell for a while.  Running is really hard. Tell you something you don't know, right? But I'm being serious, running has always intimidated me. As I went running one day with some of the youth from my ministry city in Jamaica, I realized my momma had ta

In the Philippines, God Taught Me About Purpose

Change is the only constant on this Race. From one month to the next, nothing is as familiar as the feeling of disorientation. At times, it can become easy to be disillusioned by the “new”. Being consistently bombarded by new cultures, new languages, new foods, and new ways of living costs me my ability to find comfort in the ways I’m used to. Asia has done this over and over to me. For the past four months, I’ve battled my own frustrations with the life here, wishing

William the Amoeba

There once was a cute little creature named William. So cute and so little that you could not see him at all.He had fun swimming in a lovely river in Cambodia in the countryside.One day during the New Years festivals he was casually leaping from a fifty foot waterfall while jamming out to some techno.He spotted a rather large unfamiliar creature swimming in the river below.It was a Laura.And that was the moment that he knew.He had found the one.The one that he would try and suck all the life ou

12 Lessons I Learned in 8 Months

Many people have been asking what I have learned while on the race, so I went through my journal and put together 12 "I used to think but now I know" statements.  I used to think that I was weak, unloved and unwanted. I used to think I was more of a burden to people than a friend. Now I know I am strong, capable and important. I know people love me and I am created with purpose.  I used to think that I had to be a missionary in order to be a "good Christian" or to make my family

Just Enough To Get By

I remember making the drive to to the Atlanta airport. Tears in my eyes, silence beckoning heartbreak, heart pounding an inconsistent rhythm. Afraid. Scared. Coping. Confused. I remember she began to play Slumber by Needtobreathe. No movement, no words spoken, we just sat and soaked in his words. "... all these victims stand in line for crumbs that fall from the table, just enough to get by." Dang. What am I doing on this earth? From that day on, I struggled to listen to those lyrics without

I'm "Over-Emotional"?

I cry a lot. I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm mad. I cry when I'm frustrated. I cry when I'm happy. I cry when I'm overwhelmed. I cry when I'm overjoyed.     I've been told that I "cry too much" or "you cry really easily" or that I'm "over-emotional" so naturally I apologize every time I cry in front of people. But this year I'm trying to embrace the fact that I shouldn't have to apologize for FEELING.    I feel other people's emotions, I always try to
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