I’ve spent much of my life surrounded by post-modern, materialistic thinking. If my stomach is upset, I take some medicine. If I have an odd dream, I chalk it up to my evening snack. If something goes abnormally wrong in my life,
Altar of Sacrifice
“I feel nervous about getting back into the busyness of life this week,” I wrote in my prayer journal a few years ago. “I don’t feel like I’ll have the capacity to do all I need to do… but I’m
Altar of Separation
“I can’t imagine ever being as close to a group of people as I am to this team,” I wrote in my journal just after my trip to Peru in 2005. Between pre-trip training, first-ever flight experiences, eating unknown foods,
Altar of Pilgrimage
I first sensed a stirring towards Colombia when I was still in high school. I had gone on a church trip to Peru, and for some reason the neighboring country – land of drug dealers, guerillas, and paramilitary activity drew
Altar of Obedience
A while ago I was reading through Genesis and was struck by the number of altars Abraham built. I was only consciously aware of one of his altars – the one that involved the almost-sacrifice of his son. I began to do some research