After spending the past few months in New Hampshire, I am exhausted and shaken up in the best way possible: I am more whole, more here, and more honest. I have asked for, and received, a lot. I have experienced God answering prayer. And I have met dear friends that I may never see again.
These past few years, I’ve been unable to plant roots at a church home in Wheaton. I knew I was subconsciously looking for a replica of my home church back in Seattle, that my expectations were much too high, but I just couldn’t help it. Continue reading “Learning to go slowly: on prayer and a community art project”
Walking into a new, unfamiliar church can be intimidating, even for Christians that have done it dozens of times. So often when I walk into a church, I don’t know what to say or how to act or how to even just breathe in the new space, really.
I’m sitting here eating comfort food, peanut butter banana toast, in the midst of my second week in East London, and I’m realizing that this learning by experience thing requires a lot more vulnerability than I initially thought it would. Continue reading “Our shared humanness: where Christianity and Islam meet”
I hardly ever receive visual images from God, but prayer walking through Shadwell today, all I could see were purple drapes of royalty hanging from every flat. Continue reading “Ordinary people wearing crowns”
One of the most important aspects of doing incarnational ministry includes becoming familiar with a particular community’s history as well as its social and religious context. Continue reading “A posture of learning”
Tonight I found myself sitting crossed legged on the floor besides my new friend Claire, listening to her strong, clear voice worshipping God as she played guitar, and as I looked at all of the people around me, chatting and dancing and being their beautiful selves, all I could think is this must what heaven will be like.
Throughout orientation, we’ve been discussing InnerChange’s core missions, one of which includes being driven by a passion to minister to profoundly broken people. Today I’ve been really stuck on how I was also once profoundly broken, too, and in some ways, still am. Continue reading “I, too, am profoundly broken”
It feels like I just unpacked this suitcase, but here I am filling it once again. Time seems to pass at its own increasing pace in the summer. Continue reading “Repacking my suitcase and a few prayer requests”