One of my favorite things I got to do this summer was worshiping in English. I love worshiping in Spanish, as well, but there is just something beautiful and powerful about worshiping in your heart language. My favorite song to sing with a bunch of teenagers and my staff was "King of My Heart" (above). … Continue reading Promises made and kept
A few weeks ago I was driving from Steubenville, Ohio to Niagara Falls, New York for the last time. I always liked to take the back roads because they're prettier, more interesting, and it's on the back roads where you're more likely to pass Amish buggies and Dairy Queens. On one of the back roads … Continue reading End of Summer Travel
Five years ago yesterday I moved to the Dominican Republic. It was four days after ending my first summer with YouthWorks. Wendy and Jenn - women that at the time I had never met but who have become extremely important to me over the past five years - picked me and my two suitcases (just … Continue reading Happy Anniversary, Dominican Republic!
My favorite thing about YouthWorks is that it throws together four or five individuals who might never in any other context find themselves spending significant time together. YouthWorks takes these four or five individuals and tosses them in a mini van to drive to a place they've probably never been before to live and work … Continue reading Not *That* Kind of Diversity
A couple of months ago we made Prayer Jars at Bible Study. We decorated the outsides and filled them up with little pieces of paper. On the pieces of paper are the names of people we want to pray for. Every day - well, most days - I pull out a little piece of paper … Continue reading A Prayer for Donald Trump
The past two weeks have been a freaking whirlwind. So much so that when I got two whole days off in a row this weekend I decided I was going to do nothing responsible except for rest. Even though because of the whirlwind of the past two weeks I have plenty of other responsibility-type things … Continue reading Wednesday Snapshots
This weekend a guy showed up at the hostel to stay in the bunk room. We chatted for a bit - he told me a little about his experience teaching in Honduras - and I went on my way. The next morning we talked for a good while about politics, teaching English, culture, and managing … Continue reading Leftovers, perspective, and comfort zones