“Inima mea este …,” she said as tears dripped down her face. I had just met her, and I had tried to indicate that I didn’t understand, but she went on undeterred. The minutes clicked by. Another new friend, who spoke her language fluently, walked ...

There I was, walking the familiar street. My neighbors were there, along with my sister, a friend from childhood, an acquaintance from high school, and the Immigration officer from our last visit to the Embassy. I bit my lip as I walked past them,...

It isn’t the kind of bird I often stop to admire. The size isn’t spectacular. The wings aren’t colorful. The bird song isn’t memorable. The simple sparrow is small, plain, and unmemorable. 

You may have noticed, but one of the current buzzwords within popular Christian culture is the word “vulnerability.” We are supposed to be vulnerable with our “community” consistently and authentically in order to care for each other well and buil...