On Monday, our sabbath, I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to lay and listen. I turned off my phone, slid it into my backpack and I pulled out my journ...
Working with the Group Camp program at Glorieta Adventure Camps for four years and then joining the team full time after college has left me with plen...
Most of my teammates have given their own accounts of what happened at La Casa Granda during our time in San Jose, but I’ve yet to share mine fo...
“They’re pioneering ministry to a group of people that other Christians refuse to give the time of day.” -me. It was me. I wrote tha...
I lingered in front of my microphone after the sound check was finished, noodling on my guitar for a moment before I took a seat on the half buried ti...
Even though we had arrived at our host home in Jacó at 2:00 ish in the morning, I couldn’t sleep. It was far too hot and maybe I was a ta...
Soaking in the filthy water that almost every one of my squad mates had been in before me was one of the most humbling experiences of my entire life. ...
I couldn’t see anything aside from what was revealed by the occasional flash of the bright red emergency light. I couldn’t hear anything o...
All night long I was wrestling with myself. I’d heard so many incredible stories from ATL and I wanted that. I wanted to see God in something ma...
As we move forward, know that I don’t understand every word of Spanish, but my four years of courses and one month of immersion have taught me t...
