Walking through West London today made me fall in love even more with humans – the way we take in and enjoy art, how different each of our physical appearances are, all the scruffy beards and deep set eyes and wide smiles. Continue reading “It will get better, it already has”
I hope this is an honest space. I’ve spent too much of my life being dishonest about how I’m doing, and have no more patience for it. It’s exhausting. It’s hindering for growth.
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”
Every Monday us interns are given a Sabbath day to rest and reflect and do things that give our hearts joy. So, of course, I spent it wandering this beautiful city and drinking coffee and trying to learn more about British culture.
Words aren’t coming to me as easily today.
I think sometimes we are all just too hard on ourselves, too try harder, too you should know that, you should be better, you aren’t enough.
How do I even begin to describe a place like London?
My first few days here have been a whirlwind of new information, and I’m trying to remember everything, the details of all of these firsts. Continue reading “Oh, London”
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”
Every time I go to a new city, I’m pleasantly surprised with how unique it is. San Francisco is all steep hills and thin houses sucking in their breath and crowding in close together for warmth. Its pulse feels faster than Seattle’s, the gaze of it’s beauty and brokenness more palphable, if that makes sense. Continue reading “San Francisco, I think we’re going to get along just fine”