Sinful Food

I went to the grocery store this morning and was confronted with sin in an unexpected way. No, I didn’t covet someone else’s cart full of goodness. No, I didn’t get irritated with the bag boy. No, I didn’t pocket something extra without paying for it. I bought sinful produce. At least that is how it was…

Magic Shoes

I own magic shoes. They can’t take me home if I click them three times like Dorothy’s. They don’t have braces to straighten out my back, like Forrest’s. They don’t bring Princes searching for me, like Cinderella’s. My shoes are magic because they remind me of the power of small steps all added together. For…

Indiana Jones and the Mamertine Prison

No, this is not an anticipated fifth Indiana Jones movie. It’s just what I thought about when I was in Rome. (I promise the analogy will make sense in the end!) I traveled to Salerno on a mission trip and we worked hard for a week helping a church plant get set up in their new…

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