The water was cold. Some of the other details are fading from my mind now, but I remember that. It wasn’t deep—most of the time, it just...

Two women, born in 1820 and 1821 respectively. One known for her nursing work in the Crimean War, the other for hers in the Civil War....

This is 2 of 4 in a series of posts about Freedom Fire, a ministry to youth and families living in urban contexts. You can read about the...

Summer is finally here, and with it come so many memories. Riding bikes with my family around the lake at the local park and eating ice...

This is 1 of 4 in a series of posts about Freedom Fire, a ministry to youth and families living in urban contexts. A few years ago, Bruce...

In memory of the many past Memorial days, here’s a glimpse of my thoughts at age sixteen, revealed through a poem I wrote after visiting...

This is 4 of 4 in a series of posts about Mission Adelante, a ministry to the Latino and Bhutanese communities of Kansas City, Kansas....

The room was set for tea. Two place settings of white china with pale pink roses waited for the diners, one on each end of the long,...

This is 3 of 4 in a series of posts about Mission Adelante, a ministry to the Latino and Bhutanese communities of Kansas City, Kansas....

One year ago, I was getting ready to leave a ministry where I had worked for a year. I was tired, often discouraged, ready to leave, and...

This is 2 of 4 in a series of posts about Mission Adelante, a ministry to the Latino and Bhutanese communities of Kansas City, Kansas....

Seventy years ago today, VE Day was celebrated in both Britain and the United States, marking the end of World War II in Europe. I could...

This is 1 of 4 in a series of posts about Mission Adelante, a ministry to the Latino and Bhutanese communities of Kansas City, Kansas....

Deeds of Kindness in Oxford Written January 2011 during a study abroad trip to England Eyes covered in shades of black, Tip tap, tippity...

This is post 4 of 4 in a series of posts about the staff members and volunteers of Champions Special Ministries, which “serves persons...

They sat in the same room, but they lived a hundred miles apart. The woman was in her rocking chair, which slowly creaked back and forth....

This is post 3 of 4 in a series of posts about the staff members and volunteers of Champions Special Ministries, which “serves persons...

Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man...

This is post 2 of 4 in a series of posts about the staff members and volunteers of Champions Special Ministries, which “serves persons...

The couch was an odd color—a plaid-like pattern of burnt orange, dark brown-black, and yellowish puce, a bit like the color I imagine a...