A book like Amos (for a year like 2020)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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