ARTICLES BY COLLEEN CHAO
What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of our world, healing into the brokenness? What if one voice could drown out all others—the arrogant, the bitter, the violent, the naïve? I’ve spent a couple of months looking long
As the new year dawns, none of us has any idea what lies ahead. Many of our days will unfold quite differently from how we’ve planned them, and we will be reminded of how little we actually control in this life. But for the child
At the risk of sounding morbid—I hope I’m buried with this Love List someday. I was 20 years old when I compiled this collection of God’s promises, and I’ve returned to it time and again in the two decades since. Its truths have held me
Summer is an odd duck. School lets out, Instagram becomes a film reel of beach days and vacas, and by July 31st Halloween paraphernalia is holding stores hostage. Between June and August I’m never quite sure if I’m winding down or revving up. These hot
I’m not sure where the idea of a harps-and-clouds heaven came from, but it’s as far from the truth as we could get. The God of eternity, and his new heavens and new earth, are so fantastical that the apostle John in his book of
I love praying Scripture back to God. It wakes up my sluggish heart, it focuses my scattered thoughts, it helps me sense God’s presence. And it’s been one way for me to heed C.H. Spurgeon’s advice: What you need is to get to God through what you read,
They’d been running around in circles all morning, yelling, begging their god to answer them—to no avail. So they screamed louder. Louder and longer. And when screaming didn’t work, the 450 desperate prophets drew swords and started cutting themselves till they were a mob of
I remember you before you were beautiful. Before you stopped people in their tracks and made jaws drop and heads turn. You, who are now the fairest of all—were once the pity of all. You were a bloodied and abandoned newborn, left in an open
He was a blind man. A beggar. He lived long before Braille and social welfare, so he was probably far more desperate than the homeless man who holds a cardboard sign outside your car window today. He begged in order to eat. He scrounged to
If you’ve ever spent time around someone who thinks they know everything, you’ve got a pretty good picture of what I was like in my late teens to early twenties. I had it all figured out, folks. I shared my opinions freely. I judged silently but liberally.
What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of
At the risk of sounding morbid—I hope I’m buried with this Love List someday. I
Summer is an odd duck. School lets out, Instagram becomes a film reel of beach
I’m not sure where the idea of a harps-and-clouds heaven came from, but it’s as
I love praying Scripture back to God. It wakes up my sluggish heart, it focuses my
They’d been running around in circles all morning, yelling, begging their god to answer them—to
I remember you before you were beautiful. Before you stopped people in their tracks and
He was a blind man. A beggar. He lived long before Braille and social welfare,
If you’ve ever spent time around someone who thinks they know everything, you’ve got a pretty
