I woke up a few minutes before my alarm this morning. That’s always pleasant – it makes me think I may be got a full night’s sleep. Either that or the security guard that opens and closes the door of
Even in unknown danger
I came walking fast this afternoon. Faster than usual. I had decided to go home between work and a meeting, giving me about an hour to at least get out of the office and change clothes. As I walked the
Heavenly identity: You are what you speak
The other day, I wrote a blog post entitled Language identity: You are what you speak. I talked a little bit about how my identity is different between languages. I appreciated the comment that one reader left: I have not
Cultura Costeña
I’ve come to love the Caribbean Coast. Who wouldn’t? you say… But before you think that I spent all of my time at the ocean, I have to say that when I refer to “the coast,” it has a much
Softening heart
Today I realized that my heart is softening. For many years, I never had any interest in the Middle East. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I learned about the religion as part of my preparation and training to enter
Language identity: You are what you speak
It was midnight. I was on a red-eye flight from Bogota to Miami, and by the middle of the night I was having a hard time falling asleep with a dry throat. “Me regalas un vasito de agua?” I rehearsed in
Temporarily out of view
I’ve been dreading this day for the past several months. Somehow, I knew it was bound to come. I was delaying the inevitable, but there was nothing I could do to stop the slow, painful death of my computer monitor. Extreme
Strengths
“Friend, you’re… you’re… you’re metarelational,” a close friend told me one day as we sat chatting. When I looked at her with one eyebrow raised, she said, “Do you know what metacommunication is?” I told her I had remembered learning
Rampart
Sometimes I forget about the beauty of the Psalms. I’m reading through the Gospels right now, and I love it – I am seeing so clearly just what Jesus’ passion and purpose was. But today, I looked to Psalm 91.
Response to yesterday’s events
My heart aches for what happened in Boston yesterday. My heart aches, also, for what happened in Iraq. And for what happened in Afghanistan. And for the 63 people that passed into eternity between the three events – 95% of