Seoul, Part One: Minimalistic Beauty

I realized how intimidating this most have been for an enemy seeking to attack this place. Just one look around and immediately you get the sense, there are secrets in the city; things hidden, perhaps on purpose…

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One With Nature…Reflecting

I was never one to ask why things happened the way they did, but I often asked myself, “why am I still around?”  “What is the purpose in keeping me alive like this?”  Just honest questions because, well, it just has not been ideal.  Funny thing is that my questions are often met with a deafening silence.  One that for the most part only makes me feel more alienated and ignored.

Exploring Pohang: Handong University and The Joyful Church

For some reason I kept asking myself, why are we at Handong University? Is there a purpose to our visit here?  I guess I was looking for more than simply networking as a reason for our visit.  That purpose became clear later in  the day…

Is Follow-ship Even a Word?

I became tired of going through the motions, and doing the ministry thing that everyone else was doing.  I envied the life I saw modeled in the New Testament by Jesus’ disciples.  I wanted more meaning out of life-not more stuff…

Invisible, Part I

By hiding our true selves we obscure our true beauty, and when we negate our reality, we put ourselves in danger of becoming a fainted memory.

Back to Joy!

You lost something beautiful a while back…It’s time to go back, reload, and continue the journey. The reason the followers of Christ made it through so much suffering and adversity with little regard for their physical lives, was that Jesus instilled in them a passion, not for what they were, but for what they could be…

Invisible, Part II

Real life is hard as it is, but when things happen that are out of your control, the skin suit becomes heavy and uncomfortable.

Do You Still Dream?

Laying there in the cold sand, wearing our bikini bottoms and sweaters, we tried to decipher hidden messages in the stars. I’m pretty sure that is when I started dreaming…

My Baby is Gone!

Last year, my second son, who is 22 years old, came to me and shared the news that he was ready to marry.  I said, “sure…wait, WHAT?!?”