
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

May the wisdom and hope of these dear saints encourage your hearts as they have mine. We may live in a dark world, but his

Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and knew my days. You had already determined the era of

The Woman in the Mirror tells me I’m almost 44. Which is crazy because just yesterday I was 33. And the day before that I

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

Think of that wonderful truth that God came here in human flesh and blood, and…died a cruel death upon the tree. Turn that over and

If you’re like me, your calendar was hemorrhaging long before the holidays showed up. In fact, the pace we keep is a cultural phenomenon of

Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices have stories to tell of it. (It’s that kind of

I’ve moved fifteen times in fourteen years, and here I am again—purging bedrooms and packing cardboard boxes. Pretty sure I could do this in my

I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind its wrought-iron fence, a tourist with a camera. The second

What if tomorrow, one person could rise up and speak peace into the chaos of

May the wisdom and hope of these dear saints encourage your hearts as they have

Before the foundations of the world were laid, you saw me and knew me and

The Woman in the Mirror tells me I’m almost 44. Which is crazy because just

Think of that wonderful truth that God came here in human flesh and blood, and…died

If you’re like me, your calendar was hemorrhaging long before the holidays showed up. In

Singleness is a long hike up a steep hill. Those who have navigated its precipices

I’ve moved fifteen times in fourteen years, and here I am again—purging bedrooms and packing

I remember the first time I visited the White House. I admired it from behind