They Know Not What They Do

Easter has come and gone since the last time I posted, and like Christmas/Advent, my Easters are often tinged with disappointment and discomfort, as I struggle to believe and to feel the joy and certainty of so many Christians I see around me. “HE IS RISEN!” they say and post on social media, in everyContinue reading “They Know Not What They Do”

Zelensky’s children

I, like the rest of the civilized world, have found a new hero, Ukrainian President Voldomeyer Zelensky. How can you not be inspired by a leader who refuses to abandon his people, at great risk to his own life, who perfectly frames the moral stakes of a great conflict, who so powerfully articulates a loveContinue reading “Zelensky’s children”

The Cost of Myths

March 6 was apparently the anniversary of the Alamo, which I know only because a Texan Facebook friend posted, “Remember the Alamo!” on his page. The story of the Alamo, in Texas lore, is one of a scrappy band of freedom fighters who fought to the last man against Mexican invaders, buying time for SamContinue reading “The Cost of Myths”

My international upbringing didn’t immunize me against bigotry

This is one of Mark Twain’s more famous quotes, and in general, I think he was right. Certainly interacting with different peoples and cultures is almost always enlightening and enriching. That’s what missionaries and MKs, like myself, often argue. We like to think of ourselves as worldly in this way, exposed to an exquisite varietyContinue reading “My international upbringing didn’t immunize me against bigotry”

The (missionary) kids are alright

All parents are flawed. All parents are sinners. All parents make mistakes. All children experience pain. All childhoods are a mixed bag at best. No childhood is magical and perfect.   As a parent, you can’t protect your child from all suffering and hardship. Nor should you, as that is how children learn resilience andContinue reading “The (missionary) kids are alright”

Vertigo

All of this, all of this can be yours Just give me what I want and no one gets hurt –U2, “Vertigo,” How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb One of my least favorite aspects of missionary kid-dom was our family being “special” almost everywhere we went. Except in the rarified world of other missionaries/missionary kids,Continue reading “Vertigo”