Our narrative is what forms us, what informs us, and what transforms us. Our story is who we are – but what if we are only reading a small part of it?
It was transplant day in the garden. We met early in the morning, bringing trays full of the baby broccolis and cabbages. As the sun rose on the day the gardeners began to drive in, with their families and Burmese dishes in tow. They set the food they prepared on the table and approached the plant trays to receive their allotment of plants. After receiving their 10 broccolis and 10 cabbages, it was time to plant.
In Luke 17, Jesus is somewhere along his journey to Jerusalem when he encounters ten lepers in need of healing. As is expected, he heals them and sends them away. […]
“I know men & I tell you that Jesus Christ is no mere man. Between him and every other person in the world there is no possible term of comparison. […]
His name is Ibrahim. He runs a small tourist shop on a main street in Istanbul, just outside the hotel I was staying in. He was having a going-out-of-business-sale, so […]