The. God. Who. Speaks.

We were quietly sitting in worship.  I had directed people to listen and write what they heard God speaking to their hearts in that moment of quiet. Dressed in a bright red vest, with her red piece of paper before her, this woman was ready to write what she heard God speaking.  Instead of writing,…

Meaning…

John and I had just finished our laps and I began to stretch and asked, “So, John, what gives your life hope and meaning?” He looked at me surprised and said, “Isn’t that a kind of heavy question for first thing in the morning?” “Perhaps,” I responded, “but never a better way to start a…

Mercedes’ Store

It was a vision that took Tim Gibson away from World Servants, an organization he had founded and led for a decade, to start another organization.  After traveling to some 46 countries on missions trips, Tim wanted to find out what it would be like to focus on a couple communities and invest over the…

Treasure Hunts

On Thursday, Debbie Gable and Rebecca Monoghan and I met at the church and prayed in preparation to going out to see who we could love on for Jesus.  Debbie had printed out instructions used at Bethel Church in Redding, CA when they do what they call “Treasure Hunts.”  In those, they ask God to…

Rise Above the Clouds

A while back a friend of mine, Mike, and I got on the phone. Mike and I have a weekly phone conversation on Wednesday mornings. He is a pastor in my denomination and lives across the nation in Virginia. We have been friends for 16 years. When we started talking that particular Wednesday and he…

You Will​ Be Blessed

A while back, my friend Rebecca and I met at the local Bales’ parking lot to seek out people to pray for and love on for Jesus. Basically, there is a paucity of outreach happening, we feel. There are so many people with walking pain all over their lives, and there just are not enough…

Enjoy Portland, Share Jesus

Rebecca, a good friend, and I took the MAX from Beaverton to Pioneer Square in downtown Portland. We were to join the ranks of those who were volunteering two days before the “Compassion to Action” weekend of worship and speakers to flood Portland with the love of Jesus.  We arrived at the tent in the…

Touch a Rock

I’d been using stories less than a year, back in 2012, and flew to Fresno to participate in a workshop there. I floundered. I found myself not recalling the simplest and plainest details in stories. The issue, however, was not so much the actual facts I’d lost but the feelings of shame that engulfed my…

Slowing Down to a Stroll

You may not be able to tell from this picture, but neither Theo nor I had slept well the previous night.  That previous day I had traveled from the coast to Smith Rock, about a 6-hour trip, with a few detours and rush hour traffic along the way, so the drive had taken me 9…

Silence…

For four Sundays I have been sharing out of my experience walking the Camino de Santiago de la Compostela.  That is the journey which birthed this blog. I have already written about the days of that journey here, extensively, both in posting day-by-day reflections on the journey and in the ongoing posts birthed by that…