I realized that my Baptist/Bible Church theology was too narrow. I watched God use Lutheran missionaries just as much as he used me. God spoke through my Evangelical Free friends and my Methodist coworkers. There was room for all of us underneath the canopy of God’s love yet we often bickered over our differences instead of celebrating the fact that God’s love went beyond those differences.Read more "上帝"
The start of college continued in much the same vein as high school: wearing stupid Jesus shirts, going to way too many church events, and half-assing my education. I was the best little Republican Fundamentalist Jerry Falwell could’ve ever hoped for. My Jesus wanted tax cuts for the rich, bombs dropped on anyone who fucked with America, and demanded moral purity via legislation.Read more "Rigid"
When I tell people I lived in China, they usually follow up with the question, “What was that like?” How do you sum up two years in another country? You simply can’t reduce a place like China to a one sentence answer. There is so much beautiful subtlety to their culture. There is so much […]Read more "Beautiful Subtlety"
I lived in Asia from 2001-2003. Just like in last week’s email/blog post, I lived in a country that didn’t allow missionaries. It’s the same country from last week… the one that we enjoy eating their food off of buffet lines. In my second year there I joined my wife on staff at an International […]Read more "In the Middle of the Epidemic"
When I was in college I spent a summer in Asia as a missionary. Five other college students from across Louisiana, plus me and a chaperone, made up our team. If you want the Executive Summary of that experience here it is: Asia changed me more than I changed it. (By the way, I was […]Read more "Searching for a White Face"
Dragon’s Head is the name for the part of the Great Wall that meets the BoHai Gulf. When seen from a distance, it does look a bit like the head of a serpent. There is something about that place that has rooted in my heart. I’ve only been there once but it made a lasting […]Read more "Concrete and Water"
Even though it’s been over a decade, I can still remember the walk to the street market from my flat. Down five flights of echoing stairs, hearing the sounds of each unique family as I passed their doors. Out of the dimly lit tunnel and into the open space where hundreds of bicycles were parked. […]Read more "Past the Corporate Outposts"