Healing the Wounds of Hand & Heart

I scalded the back of my left hand the other day. Rather than pouring a mug’s worth of boiling water into the coffee plunger, I splattered it all over the counter and my skin. To say it hurt was an understatement, yet there were no blisters or scabs, no causes for...

The End of Missing Someone

​It was scripted long ago: Surely I am coming soon. Yet most of my life I’ve had a detached view on that statement, while feeling guilty that I really should feel more when I hear it. End times, Revelation, the whole Bible is lunging toward the second coming of Jesus....

The Legend of the Pizza Slap

One day that night will just become YWAM Bethlehem myth. Even now, it’s difficult to separate fact from fiction, lies from truth. Did one of our staff members really slap our leader with a slice of pepperoni pizza? There are only a few eyewitnesses who can retell the...

Why are you Weeping?

“Why are you weeping?” My back is towards the man that is asking the question, and if my hands weren’t full of burial spices and snotty tissues, well, I could have slapped him. Sure, angels just asked me that and disappeared– but surely a human should know what’s...