It’s a funny feeling that comes when you return to somewhere that used to be your home after years of being away. The colors look different. The buildings look similar, but more faded. The People feel…slower…somehow– like you sped up and they just kept the same speed. You feel that sense of nostalgia, but nostalgia … More Returning (My last post on my original blog)
Yesterday I had a conversation with a demonized man. He was a homeless man in downtown San Francisco, and his name was Chucky. I liked Chucky. Chucky had a large beard with bits of food stuck inside it like flies trapped in a cobweb. He had weathered skin, a raspy voice, and large safety pins … More Hope Rising
Imagine driving down a country freeway. You look out the window as you pass a rusty, half broken down trailer, being slowly eaten away by the weather. If you are like me, this moment fills with delight as you stare into the beauty of Jesus right there on the side of that road, rusting away. What? … More Jesus Looks Like Old, Rusty Metal Trailers
How often are we actually present? I mean, really present. We are so consumed with the past, the future, what we just said, how they’ll react, what we are going to say next, if we look good in what we’re wearing, and 1,000 other things that keep us from ever actually feeling the life we … More The Satisfied Life
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