We’re walking to the car. I take a deep breath. There’s nothing to worry about; There’s no reason to stress. I sit down, put on my belt. “I’m okay” I breathe in. “I’m okay” I breathe out. We’re on the road. We’re all fine; he’s driving well. But it’s swelling up inside of me. I … More Coping
Late last night as we were laying in bed, we were talking about the man who was recently shot dead. You see, his car broke down in the middle of the road. This man, he did not have a gun or a knife, nothing that would justify him losing his life — except he was … More Are you even listening?
When I rise in the morning, I worship. When I write or sing, or play my strings, I worship. When the quiet old man works hard with his hands, he worships. When she teaches children day in and day out, without recognition, without pay, without, she worships. When they stay up late to read and … More We Worship
Rudy and I were in an accident this week when a motorcyclist suddenly turned out in front of us. Rudy turned sharply in an attempt to avoid impact, but we still hit him going 40mph. Both us in our car and the moto driver ended up in a ditch on the side of the road. … More A Story of God’s Faithfulness
Most of the time I don’t think about it. Other times it’s all I can think about it. And I hate it. We walked into the dealership When the service man did a double take, Like were were aliens in a foreign place. Most of the time I don’t think about it Other times it’s … More Most of the time I don’t think about it.
I grew up in Carrefour, Haiti, a metropolis about 15 miles south of the Port-au-Prince airport. My community is a very vibrant, friendly place. We have the vendor down the road that sells the best macaroni you can imagine, the voodoo priest next door who, despite the intimidating title, is a very kind man, there … More He has a Plan
My Savior himself was a Middle-Eastern refugee. Even before his first breath, he had no place to lay his head. The innkeeper wouldn’t give his pregnant mom a bed. His family had to flee from a madman name Herod, who was so insecure that he wanted Jesus, a baby, dead. He was even kicked out of Nazareth, … More Jesus, the refugee
