When I moved to Russia, I realized I didn't have the gift of hospitality. This fact became abundantly clear the night of the big flood.

Late in the Ugandan afternoons, when (…most of) the homeschool supplies had been shelved and as dinner simmered, a friend of our househelp would come in the gate, leaning her hoe against the brick wall of our compound before she began her trek dow...

Thirteen people wedged themselves into a tiny college dorm room, sitting on beds, desk chairs, the floor, and eating spaghetti made in a hotpot. Nothing elegant here, nothing even pretty. It was bring-your-own- fork…and plate. What started as a me...

Today in church, our pastor was preaching about Gospel-focused churches and welcoming people into church. He said that a couple once told him that whenever they saw new people coming into church with that “deer in the headlights” look, they consid...