Poverty
The God of the trash heap
I brought my running shoes to Mexico. Behind Bob Waag’s house is a giant trash heap – all the garbage of Matamoros piled into a huge mountain. It ...
World Race
Awakening a generation
We saw a generation awakened to their destiny this morning. The World Race began at 7:44 a.m. central time, the three vehicles accelerating dow...
Dealing with junk in our lives
Wrestling with pain
The world is a painful place. We're born screaming, we wrestle with the vulnerability of childhood and the awkwardness of adolescence. Then, we fight ...
Simplicity Liberates You
Living simply
Matamoros: As I walked out my garage yesterday en route to the airport, I stepped around three or four bags of garbage that I didn't have time to take...
Vulnerability and me
Why reflect?
In our crazy world, we react more than we reflect. This leads to a feeling of being out of control. That's why reflection time must be planned out. If...
How to Disciple
How to journal
A hundred years ago in a less literate age, schedules were not so crammed and journals not as vital in facilitating the process of reflection. These d...
Abandon
Reckless abandon
I'm here in Mexico with 18 people between the ages of 22 and 35 who have sold everything they own to follow Jesus for a year, demonstrating the epitom...
Fathering & Men's issues
Wearing the father-protector hat
Our girls have always been good about allowing me to play the role of father-protector. At times they've ventured further afield than I would have lik...
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