This blog is about my journey in Christianity as I strive to follow the commands of Matthew 25. I want to love the "least of these", just as my Father has loved me. This blog covers my own personal struggles, my encouragement for others in the struggle, and hopefully a challenge for others to join me and others as we strive to love as Jesus did.
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I first stepped on African soil nine years ago. I traveled to Ghana, West Africa, for a short-term mission trip, and my heart was changed forever. After my amazing experience, I longed to be a full-time missionary. When the timing seemed right, I left my career, sold my car, gave away most of my possessions, and moved to Ghana. I loved every second of being a missionary, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. But only seven months into my time there, my dream appeared to be coming to an end. My body started ailing, but I kept working—I didn’t want anything to interrupt my calling. It was my hope that I would be there for the rest of my life. But at church one night, my pain became overwhelming. I looked to my husband and whispered, "I need to go. I’m not well." to continue reading...
Since being a teenager, I've always had
a heart for children. When I was in college, I spent afternoons at the local community
center helping children with homework and playing in the daily Juice Bowl. The
Juice Bowl was the daily sports game—football or basketball—where all the kids
who went the after-school program could compete for juice. I loved these
children. I can think of one of the little boys now, showing me his new
crossover move. The more time I spent time there, the more time I worked with
other college students to come up with ideas to meet all the needs of the children. We led school supply drives, food
drives, and I even convinced my friend Calvin to be a positive male mentor to
the boys. It didn't take much convincing. He was hooked from the start. Over the years, I have worked in many
capacities as an attorney to advocate for the rights and protection of children.
I have also served in ministry in the local community and traveled as far as
Ghana, West Africa t…
The month of April is Child Abuse Prevention Month and
I've been thinking of ways child abuse can be prevented. As I reflect on this
continuous problem, I think of the countless stories of adults who have walked
away from the faith because they had "Christian" parents or other "Christians"
who abused them. If I'm honest, most of the abusers were leaders in the church. They lamented, "My dad would preach an amazing
sermon at church, then come home and beat me and my mom." Or, "We
went to church every time the doors were open, but when we were home, my dad
would call us horrendous names." "My mom could quote almost every
word in the bible, but would beat me bloody almost once a week." I could
go on and on with the stories. I can't forget that one night I sat in the car with my
friend Laura*. We sat for hours telling me about how her grandpa, the pastor,
raped her countless times—except she didn't cal…