Blog.

I’m doing WHAT with WHO?!

As I write this, I’m sitting on a plane headed to Seattle, where I’ll catch another plane to Amsterdam, where I’ll catch another plane to Rwanda, where I’ll catch one last flight which will, mercifully, bring me to my final destination. Assuming none of these planes explodes in a fireball or crashes into the sea,…

Divorce, Death, and Resurrection

…I’m getting divorced. So, there it is. Now you know. It has taken me awhile to figure out how to share this very personal news with you. In fact, I’ve already been separated for nearly a year, and I’ve debated not saying anything at all, just letting the fact that I was married for decades…

My Grandma Was An Artist

Growing up, few things made me feel cooler than telling people, “My Grandma is an artist.” Her framed paintings still hang on the walls of my childhood home like windows that only open onto stormy seas and quiet pastures, telling stories of tall ships and old barns, and of meadows, and deserts, and ponds, and all…

Censoring the Very Worst Missionary: A How To Guide

Several concerned citizens have come forward to lament the use of…uh…let’s just say the coarse language in my book, The Very Worst Missionary: A Memoir or Whatever.  Not because they have any kind of personal objection to my willingness to use all the words available. Nope, they’re upset because they feel I have an important message to share about…

Getting from Pen to Published

YOU GUYS… After eight years of blogging (and a solid couple years of book writing), last week I watched in utter disbelief as my profanity-laced, progressive-Christian, anti-establishment, niche-as-fuck, spiritual memoir became a #1 Best Seller in Christian Theology and spiked at #65 out of all the books on Amazon. ALL THE BOOKS! Naturally, when The…

I Blame You

I never meant to be a writer. In fact, I became a writer quite unexpectedly in my thirties, and for a long time I couldn’t even say it out loud. It just felt so icky and self-important to have a job title that implies you have something significant to say and that somebody out there…

The Church of All Cynics

As I have traveled all over the world, I’ve met pastors, elders, administrators, missionaries, professors, students, and everyone in between, who are dying to spill their guts in frustration over their churches or The Church, or both. Usually both. They suspect their churches may have grown over programmed and under challenged. They’re annoyed with the music,…

Hello again.

Hi. So showing up here after more than a year feels a little like walking over dead grass in summer and wondering if it will come back to life when the dry season is over. Was the death of this blog just a seasonal quieting down? I guess we’re about to find out. I never…

Bummer.

I was going to go work with the chicitillos in Las Cuadras this morning. So I got my kiddos off to school – Stephen leaves at 6:15 and the bus picks up Dyl and J at 7:05 – and then I raced about trying to get ready and out the door on time. I know…

Note to self: Learn Spanish.

So I went to meet a Spanish tutor this morning. We reviewed irregular conjugations for preterito perfecto. It was painful. But, she did teach me some bad words in Spanish which I’m sure I’ll find useful. And, her command of English swear words was….well…..wow. Let me just say, I’ve never known anyone that could fit…

We live like Kings.

If you had told me yesterday that my standard of living is ridiculously high, I would have laughed in your face. True, it’s hard to stay grounded and humble when you’ve been without electricity for 30 hours, reading to your kids and tucking them in by flash light, taking cold showers, and standing by while…

wow….i suck at this.

I have probably started about 9 new blogs since I last posted on this one. And by started new blogs, I mean that I created a new gmail account, and then a new blogspot account where I wrote a little introductory message, and then promptly lost or forgot my username and password leaving me unable…

Leaving

We left Folsom on May 28th at 8:00am. It was the official beginning of our lives as “missionaries”. We don’t live on Coventry Circle anymore. Steve isn’t a Cop anymore. We can’t watch the sun rise on the Sierras and set on Lake Natoma anymore. I cried until about noon that day, as we drove…