I feel eyes on me. I have a backpack on. I’m not in gentrified Costa Rica anymore. Spanish is everyone’s second language here, second to Bri Bri. The name of this town is Bri Bri. The people are Bri … Read more about Side 2: Conversations in Bri Bri
Jesus Rasta, and Chicken Pasta: a January Overview
Two nights ago in a tiny corner of the Costa Rican jungle, the sound of Spanish Hillsong Young and Free could be heard. Strobe lights flashed on banana leaves as a bunch of teens and tweens jumped … Read more about Jesus Rasta, and Chicken Pasta: a January Overview
Side 1: Conversations in Hippy Town
Hello everyone! It’s our third week here and we are beginning to familiarize ourselves with the towns near our base, namely, Puerto Viejo and Bri Bri. Puerto Viejo and Bri Bri … Read more about Side 1: Conversations in Hippy Town
CHAPTER 2
Something about God that frustrates my type-A-overly-stressed-deadline-motivated personality is the fact that he’s eternal. He sees time in a way that my brain cannot comprehend. Sometimes … Read more about CHAPTER 2
stories from the wake of two hurricanes
Have you ever seen a totaled car? Where the fender is so mangled that you think to yourself, “Can that thing ever drive again? Not likely.” As our van made its way through the wake of … Read more about stories from the wake of two hurricanes
Crucifying Religion
There’s this story in John about a man named Nicodemus. He was a Pharisee, an expert of religion. He’d mastered the art of beautiful prayer on sunny street corners where everyone could … Read more about Crucifying Religion
Meet My Team!
This week I got the opportunity to film each member of my team, asking the question, "What has God freed you from?" Their stories blew me away! Watch this video to hear their answers: … Read more about Meet My Team!
A Quasi-Foreseen Plot Twist
Dark humid air and the white noise of cicadas envelope us. My iPhone vibrates me awake- 5:45. I rub my eyes, then stare at the trees for a while, not wanting to climb out of my cozy sleeping bag, or … Read more about A Quasi-Foreseen Plot Twist
A Pack, a Prayer, a Puzzle
A few weeks ago, a good friend of mine, Abby Heskett, came by my house, a black duffel towering over her head like a person on a piggyback ride. Peeking through a gap in the duffel, I could see light … Read more about A Pack, a Prayer, a Puzzle
