Devotional Thoughts

The past three months have been busy, and the past two weeks (somehow) even busier. Two weddings, moving to a different continent, transitioning into being a wife… Amidst this, I’ve been unlearning the idea that an (required) hour a day (in Bible study, prayer) keeps the devil away. That is, I either have a set […]

The Dangerous Hypothetical

I wonder what it was like to be a hand-selected part of the twelve. No, not that twelve. The twelve before them: the spies sent to the Promised Land. I think I would’ve been excited. I mean this is it: the end of the whole journey, the promise that parents lull their children to sleep with, […]

Why I Preached Two Weeks Before My Wedding

November 9? No way. That’s two weeks before my wedding. There’s no way I’ll have time for that, let alone the headspace and focus.

A Levitical Reflection: Integrity

Leviticus is an easy book to let one’s eyes lose focus and start planning the rest of the day’s to-do list. But you don’t think I brought you here to stop there, did you?

Lessons from White Water Rafting

Spending a week in Deep Creek, MD with the family and some friends was ridiculously refreshing. Amidst the spontaneous naps, coding practices, and obsessive reading, I was able to fit in some white water rafting. It was a blast, we had the best guide, and it gave opportunity for many lessons.

As a Father

The inability to do anything presented a need for something I hate: asking for help.

The Point of Morning Worship

One number. Line. Two numbers. Line. Two numbers. I hesitated before I drew the box. I hadn’t chosen a Biblical chapter yet. Both paths felt like dead ends. Option One had lofty words about children and enemies and dominion. Option Two had a stale plot line that prevented me from getting to the good stuff. […]

But How Do I Serve God Here?

I distinctly remember the gnawing ache in my stomach as we pulled out into our daily territory. Businesses made it worse, Hispanic shops made it better, but any kind of territory brought about this reaction. Canvassing terrified me.

Why Good-byes are the Worst (but Not)

I’ve always been a messy goodbye-sayer. Dormitories where I hung my hammock, trailer homes that shook with the morning stroll, a basement bedroom next to an overly active washing machine…sure, I’m a lover of places. But of course, the pain of leaving is evoked by my torn heart strings wound around those lovely people.

When It Doesn’t Feel Fair

I remember being less than half my age, driving with the family in my stepdad’s pristine car–and when I say pristine, I mean the full extent of that word. We were going somewhere to do something, the details are long forgotten. But not the moment we arrived at our destination. Somewhere near the backseat, under […]