DEAR ANONYMOUS

First of all, thank you. Thank you for all the sacrifices, big or small, you made in order to support the mission of leading teens closer to Christ. I wish I could send you all the pictures and videos of our missionaries at work or the testimonies from young adults whose lives will never be the same because they serve with us, but I don’t even know who you are. Since I can’t send you something personally, I’ll post my thank you’s and stories and testimonies to the whole world wide web and pray that you will somehow come across them.

JESUS, WHAT AM I DOING?!

Sometimes I get caught up with these lofty and grand ideas of saving the world, and solving poverty, and reaching the ends of the earth for the sake of the Gospel. I could daydream for hours about this. But, God never asked me to save the world…

BEFORE YOU DATE HER

My wife recently gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Thérèse Marie. Bringing home this beautiful little girl got me thinking: 1. I need to get a gun, and 2. I have a responsibility to not only protect, honor, and pray for my little girl, but for all women…

EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THORNS

Everything began with an image. The heart suffered under the strain of deeply rooted thorns, bleeding and bruised, barely breathing, waiting for something or someone to destroy the wicked plant. Choking, the heart became selfish and complacent with misery.

LOVING WITHOUT BORDERS

Why does my God provide so well for me, but not for my starving and lonely brothers and sisters in Haiti? Mostly, what does this experience mean for my life back in the States? Can I go on living my life that is so luxurious compared to the simple lifestyle I’ve lived here? Or do I simply have more gratitude for what I have been given?

These questions all seem too hard to answer. Maybe the real problem is that I don’t want to know the real answer…

LOVE WITHOUT WORDS

Before going to Haiti, I was worried about the language and if I was going to be able to help and love as much as I wanted, but I saw the beautiful ways God was at work…