I have shed tears with many of you over this last week, as our hearts were shaken by Ann Voskamp's words and photos from Guatemala. My life looks too pampered and fat. My thoughts too caught up with trivia in the face of such suffering....

The least of these?Who are they?Where do they intersect my life, my days?They don'tTherein lies the problemI guess that's why Paul told us to "remember""Keep on loving each other as brothers. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained...

Little girl, do you know this place to which you've arrived? Soft and new, unstained and pure, you enter our lives through tears, pain, and blood. Welcome. What awaits you here? Is your entry indicative of all that is to come? Should you struggle back to the safety of your momma's womb? Could...

I take him in my arms. His seven year old body not long to outgrow my lap and this rocker. This "little" one. My last. I remember so clearly rocking his biggest brother twenty years ago and all the hours rocking the four in between....

I am reading the autobiography of Frederick Douglas. It is a testimony to the indomitable human spirit. The image and glory of God in man even in the most dire and dehumanizing circumstances. The atrocities described in just enough detail to bring evidence agains the...

The day awaits (and has been for some time). Like the impatient taskmaster it is, my planner sits open, toe-tapping, incessantly nagging me to attend to all its demands. Demands that reflect a confused mix of my own ambition, duty, desire, diligence. And fear. Written...