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Lost boys of America: riots, rage & redemption

Lost boys of America: riots, rage & redemption

 Learn more about Voices blogs   “A riot is the language of the unheard.” — Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. “Those that make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable. “ — John F. Kennedy “The child who is not embraced by the village will burn...
Quarantined on Easter weekend

Quarantined on Easter weekend

 Learn more about Voices blogs   Like many of you, I’ve been cooped up these past weeks. And like many of you, I’ve been both anxious and antsy. My wife and I have four small kids. Two have asthma. And our little ones can’t process why they can’t go to school, to...
Slow Scripture movement

Slow Scripture movement

 Learn more about Voices blogs   Slow Food  I began seeing the image of a snail on restaurants with the words “Slow Food” when we moved to Europe. It intrigued me, so I Googled it. The Slow Food Movement began in Italy in the ‘80s as a way of saying “no” to the rise...
A banana bread-loving evangelist

A banana bread-loving evangelist

Do you have something that you’re really passionate about? Usually it is something that you talk about often — and without much (if any) prompting. It just tends to bleed from you. These passions are usually brought up with some kind of assumption that others are...
The importance of repentance in reconciliation

The importance of repentance in reconciliation

 Learn more about Voices blogs   With only five students in my missional outreach course at Southern Wesleyan University this semester, we were able to squeeze into one car to travel the three miles from campus to the cemetery. We parked behind Abel Baptist, the...
The sadness of silence

The sadness of silence

 Learn more about Voices blogs   While many may not know this, the third Sunday in January is a significant day on the calendar: Sanctity of Life Day. This year, Sanctity of Life Day falls on January 19. This is a time in the life of a church family or greater...
Everyone at church is a mess. Here’s why I keep going.

Everyone at church is a mess. Here’s why I keep going.

 Learn more about Voices blogs   I’ve been going to church since I was three years old. I remember ruby red-heart spotted, thick white tights and shiny plastic shoes with miniature buckles and plenty of scuff marks. Back then, we went to a Pentecostal church (not the...
Thriving as a teen in a tough world

Thriving as a teen in a tough world

 Learn more about Voices blogs   It’s Wednesday evening at Providence Wesleyan Church (PWC). Three teens sit on the coffee counter while others sporadically arrive. Cheyenne, the youth pastor, greets a new student and they quickly bond over their love of books....
Being “doers” of James 5:16 in recovery ministry

Being “doers” of James 5:16 in recovery ministry

 Learn more about Voices blogs   I love the story about our Wesleyan Way of discipling via small groups and how the movement began. You know the one—back when Rev. John Wesley was approached by a handful of persons, “who appeared to be deeply convinced of sin, and...
Believe, Belong, Become

Believe, Belong, Become

 Learn more about Voices blogs   My husband and I recently toured the Holy Land. We went from Nazareth to Magdala to Tiberius to Capernaum to Caesarea Philippi — and that was just in the first 72 hours. With each change of location, information was shared about the...
Time to fix the faucet

Time to fix the faucet

 Learn more about Voices blogs   The faucet in my children’s bathroom has a very slow drip. It has dripped from the first day we moved in, over six years ago, so I know it dripped before we moved in. I need to fix it, but I haven’t yet because while it might just need...
The disciple’s sixth sense: seeing in the dark

The disciple’s sixth sense: seeing in the dark

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  As a disciple of Jesus Christ, my life is about knowing God and being found in him. I’ve noticed, though, that for many, the path to knowing God is not intuitive. Furthermore, this path seems to go dark from time to time. In some...
Border Stories: Meet me in the middle

Border Stories: Meet me in the middle

I boarded a plane to El Paso late on a Sunday evening. The flight would only last an hour, and so I settled down in the middle seat between two young women. Both women appeared to be about the same age and race, both friendly as I squeezed through with my big camera...
A face worth seeking

A face worth seeking

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  My three-year-old’s hands are always sticky. It’s typically snack related, but I also have a theory that she is biologically predisposed to sweat a jam-like substance from her palms. One can never be certain. When she wants my...
Tearing down the wall of prejudice 

Tearing down the wall of prejudice 

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  The first recollection I have of watching how an immigrant was treated dates back to my teenage years in my native Brazil. A woman looking very distraught and dismayed entered our home, carrying a small suitcase and speaking to my...
Welcoming Christ

Welcoming Christ

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  “Christ’s identification with suffering becomes the hiddenness of God’s glory, and among the marginalized we experience the presence and power of God to redeem.” (Bonhoeffer’s Black Jesus: Harlem Renaissance Theology and an Ethic of...
“We space”: an invitation for every church

“We space”: an invitation for every church

In a recent trip to the El Paso/Ciudad Juarez border, I had the opportunity to sit with a lovely indigenous woman who has been a doctor serving faithfully in the Anapra region of Mexico for decades. Doctora Mendoza is not only caring for people in a very poor town but...
Model worshippers and “trendy” legalism

Model worshippers and “trendy” legalism

 Learn more about Voices blogs   Occasionally, while grading papers or doing some menial office task, I will play live worship music via YouTube. I rarely watch the videos, but when I do I am sometimes struck by a strange observation. In a few of these famous...
Children of light

Children of light

 Learn more About Voices Blogs  Let me begin by saying I’m grossly unqualified to start this discussion, but it’s still my responsibility. I sat with fellow church staff questioning how seven teens from the same school could attempt suicide, one of them succeeding. We...
Border Stories: When I was hungry, you fed me

Border Stories: When I was hungry, you fed me

Our team pulls in to the gated parking lot of what looks like a repurposed restaurant: flat red roof, stucco walls, absent sign. In the distance, the Franklin Mountain Range creases the middle of El Paso, separating east and west. We are on the eastern side, and the...