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Thoughts from a heart that is breaking for those who are broken.
In a world with billions of broken hearts and smashed dreams, there is hope for us. We are Compelled to Fly.

If He Cares For Sparrows…
As part of a training session we’re doing with all our church members, they’re meeting each morning this week, in small groups all over the

Deliverance [True Story]
I first wrote this story in 2016, the same year it happened. I rediscovered it recently among old documents, and after editing it slightly, decided

Real Strength
The dim light in the courtroom illuminated their faces. The soldiers standing guard, rolling their eyes in exasperation at the ridiculous proceedings. Their faces contrasted

Nothing
It’s two days into the new year. The great controversy still rages. Our God (and our adversary) are ever the same. And I have but

Grace (A Christmas Story)
It was a dark and gloomy day in Tansua. The sun still shone; the river still tumbled out of the hills and ran, gurgling and

When We Contaminate the Father’s House
It was a typical morning in the animal market. The sun beat down from overhead, promising a hot afternoon. Weary shoppers, hoping to finish their

What Breaks the Father’s Heart
It has been said that more people in the world have access to a cellphone than a toilet. In the country where I live, a

The Beauty of Tears
How is it possible to love a sparrow, or a chicken, or hamster, or any other animal? I was discussing this today with a friend,

Our Example [Confrontation Part 1]
Recently I’ve been studying societal controversy, and rebuke of sin, in the Bible. The two are not the same; but they are both forms of

Let’s Turn the World Upside Down [Together]
9,150 miles away, the church’s largest annual youth conference is beginning. The topic? The Laodicean message. It’s a message to us, now, to take a

Accepted By The King
It’s Christmas Day in Cambodia! I helped to lead the school Christmas program on Monday, and then left on a moto trip to another province.

A Cambodian Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated in Cambodia (indeed, Christmas isn’t either.) So I had normal work at the school all day, hence why I’m writing the post