I can hear him walking up the stairs, the smallest feet in the house making the biggest sound.
I keep my head bent toward my laptop.
I hear the jangling of his wrestling with the door knob. Then he gives up. And, truthfully? I’m glad. There’s a lot to get done after a week away.
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From Karma To Compassion
I believed in karma. Or what my favorite conservative radio show host at the time called “personal responsibility.”
If you work hard, make good choices, do your best – I thought – you’ll succeed. This is the inevitable consequence of a job well done. And if you’re not successful – if you don’t have enough… 
A Bargain & A Wheat Field
We had a great weekend in the Promised Land (Texas to the rest of ya’ll) and now I’m sitting in a Houston airport waiting to board my flight back to the mission field of Tennessee. Whilst eating a breakfast burrito from Pappasito’s, of course.
While I fly this morning…
Go read the beautiful poetry of my friend… 
A Magic Trick For Kristen
Ladies and gentlemen, kids of all ages, prepare to be amazed. Turns out I’m the Chris Angel of the Philippines…without the eyeliner and pectoral muscles.
One of our bloggers has asked some outstanding questions about how Compassion handles its finances. So I told this story.
On my first trip overseas, way back in 2005, I boarded a… 


