I was twenty-five and on staff at a church going through a lot of change. In staff meetings, one of our pastors read the critical comments that had been left in the offering plates the previous Sunday. Anonymous comments were tossed in the trash. Signed comments were often ridiculed and… Read More
On the last night of every Compassion Bloggers trip we sit around a table together and talk about how to go back home. Because re-entry is a peculiar and scary thing. We talk about the myriad responses we may have when we get there. There’s no telling what’s going to… Read More
She stood at the stove making dinner and I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist, kiss her neck and tell her I love her. But anger got the better of me so the last words I spoke to my wife were angry. On the drive to the airport… Read More
Shaun Groves