The power of the unseen

The other night I went to take the trash out down the two flights of stairs behind our house to the big cans out back. The kitchen trash was very full: it should have been taken out days earlier and I could barely lift the plastic handled bag out from the trash can. As I… Continue reading The power of the unseen

Making some noise

I happened upon a post by Eugene Cho today that speaks well to the issue of giving public testimony, as Christians, about our monetary giving (something I have mentioned here recently). Eugene and his wife, Minhee, are dedicating their earnings for an entire year toward launching a humanitarian organization to battle world poverty and one… Continue reading Making some noise

Faith

My friend, Tyler, has written a beautiful piece on participating in the Eucharist as an act of “protest and allegiance in the face of death.” For all of us dealing with recent losses of people we love, Tyler’s honest and powerful reflections offer hope.

Them bones

I had a great conversation the other day with someone dear to us about the impact our communities have on who our kids become. He was arguing that the community itself plays a much greater role than the parents: something I am not sure I believe. In light of this, he was describing their struggle… Continue reading Them bones

For Gabe

“May the angels lead you into paradise: may the martyrs receive you at your coming, and lead you into the holy city, Jerusalem. May the choir of angels receive you, and with Lazarus, who once was poor, may you have everlasting rest.”

This is my now

This past week I have repeatedly found myself driving around parts of L.A. that are a bit unfamiliar. Saturday I wound my way through the hills up to Rancho Palos Verdes; Sunday we drove to two different residences in Hollywood. And last night I ventured out through the hills and canyons of the Valley. In… Continue reading This is my now

He reigns.

I remember it was Easter Sunday our first year living here when we experienced our first homicide on our street. I remember standing on our front porch watching while the area was taped off and and the LAPD worked the scene. I remember watching the coroner’s van arrive to take away the body of the… Continue reading He reigns.

Friday

Mercy has a toddler Bible and we have read through it a few times now. Both kids are very intrigued by Jesus’ death, and they often ask me to tell the story of how he died. They also know that Jesus did not remain dead but became alive again. The other day we were painting… Continue reading Friday