The moment for his death had almost come and Jesus found himself in the garden with 3 of his friends who didn’t understand why he kept telling them he was leaving soon. And then there was that moment with the bread and the wine just a few hours earlier…what was that about exactly and whyContinue reading “Thoughts from Holy Week, Part 3”
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Thoughts from Holy Week- Part 2
It had been 48 hours since Jesus’ grand entrance into Jerusalem. The scene ended but the whole place was still buzzing with questions. Who is this guy? Everyone was asking.. Is he a prophet? A king?A big joke? He had accepted their welcome that day with all its gestures and palm branches, but he knewContinue reading “Thoughts from Holy Week- Part 2”
A Story from Palm Sunday
Passover, 33 AD. As someone who typically only gets to see my friends and family once every couple of years, I can picture in my mind so clearly the excitement that must have surrounded Passover each year for the nation of Israel. Family and friends are all getting to reunite together back in the sameContinue reading “A Story from Palm Sunday”
Miracles.
“Let’s just not expect any miracles, okay?” That’s what the doctor said to me when I took Nicole in for her final check-up before her surgeries. And it’s the same thing he’s said to me at almost every weekly follow-up appointment since then. “We’re giving it our very best and only time will tell, butContinue reading “Miracles.”
“My heart feels warm”, she said.
The dust collects in between my toes as I walk down the road towards the next house. Even though it’s 100 and something degrees hot outside, I pull my black scarf over and around my head so the motors passing by hopefully won’t take much notice to the white girl in the village. I can’tContinue reading ““My heart feels warm”, she said.”
Show up.
It was 5:42am on Friday morning. I was sitting outside my house on our bamboo bench, trying to prepare my heart and mind for the day ahead in the village. The breeze was colder and stronger than other mornings, and the sun was taking a lot longer to rise than it should. This is aContinue reading “Show up.”
I am a prisoner of hope.
I have knowingly, and sometimes unknowingly, been a prisoner to many things in my short 24 years of life. As a child, soccer was always my captor. I was constantly rushing from school practice to club practice and spending every weekend out at the fields. I sometimes missed school dances and birthday parties, I didn’tContinue reading “I am a prisoner of hope.”
