By the late 1990s, war and HIV/AIDS had ravaged my country, destroying entire families and villages. It left behind what was commonly referred to as “child-headed families,” families of little kids whose adults had been claimed by our tragedies. At barely 17 years, I was the head of my household.
Her text read: I am so happy to co-labor with you, Jordan. Reading Bonnie’s text drew me into reflecting on our early days of collaboration. We met at a coach training I gave. Chatting after class, we realized not only did we have coaching in common, but our faith in
Our true connection started with a question: “What is your greatest desire for the church today?” Alejandro and I had already been talking for thirty minutes, give or take. We’d introduced ourselves and explained what we do for a living. We’d found common ground in our commitment to sharing the
Dave and I met while he was stationed as a Marine here at Camp Lejeune. For about the last 18 months, he and I have met for prayer and to fellowship deeply with the Lord together. Our times are always a mini-celebration of the goodness of God in our lives
“You all go explore the mall,” Mom said. “I’m going to stay here and people watch.” People watch? What’s that? Curious, I slid onto the bench beside my mom as my siblings headed off. “God created so much amazing diversity in this world,” she explained as we watched the world
Every evening around six o’clock that summer, a clown with bright orange hair and a fluorescent purple polka-dotted top hat rode past my house on a neon blue unicycle. A black lab in a red bowtie darted around below him. The first time, despite the fact that I usually find
Want to see how your physical posture affects your spiritual experience? Try this contemplative exercise to increase awareness of your body in worship. Offer God your observations in prayer, and see what He says. In Romans 12:1-2, Paul urges us to offer our bodies as living sacrifices as our spiritual
After working through a layer of trauma in my story, I distinctly remember being ridiculously excited about eggs in the morning. Somehow, the prospect of being able to wake up and make myself scrambled eggs filled me with a deep, irrational joy. It was as if God had enriched all
During my sabbatical in 2020, my friend Robin (Klapheke) Jones excitedly asked me if I had any ideas stirring for the painting I now had time, space, and motivation to do. Her question and enthusiasm spurred me out of my laziness, and several months later, out came a four-piece series
Back in college, I often lay awake late into the night, mentally scrolling through my ever-increasing prayer list. Sometimes I would drift into sleep, only to jerk awake at two a.m., horrified to realize I had missed praying for the last few people.
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