I have a distinct childhood memory of one summer spent camping somewhere in Oregon on our family vacation. My sister and I pedaled about on our little bikes, befriending new kids in adjacent campsites, hurtling throughout the campground in a pack of small bicycles with no regard to the one-way arrows posted by some septuagenarian campground manager. One of the pleasures of camping is the freedom to unabashedly observe the possessions and paraphernalia of the campers around you, you smell each other’s food (for better or for worse), and you hear each other’s late night music and conversations.… Continue Reading “Forever Camping (Or, Interdependence and the Belovedness of Community)”
“Live leaning in when the pain is fierce
Oh, the bow, it will break at his coming
Stand who can understand the design
The refining holy fire.
Oh, gracious light. Oh, gracious light
I have been walking, walking so long, in darkness.”
(Sandra McCracken, Oh, Gracious Light)
There is an episode of Call the Midwife, where an elderly woman with a gynecological malady (I can’t remember what) comes in to the clinic asking for help. The midwife calls a doctor to assist, and the doctor diagnoses an ongoing disorder.… Continue Reading “Living in Weakness: My Story of Anxiety”
Safety—or should I say, the lack thereof—is a really popular discussion topic. It fuels the evening news, insurance company stock holdings, and in my case, conversations about our future life overseas.
When someone asks me, “Is it safe?” or “How dangerous is it there?” the question tends to emerge from one of two trains of thought:
A) “Tell me all your snake stories!”
B) “I hope there is someone at the top of your organization who will order you to leave at the first sign of danger, like it or not.… Continue Reading ““Is It Safe?””