Word on the Street

It is not the first cry of my new baby that I most remember. It is the one that came after the doctors had left, the nurses had returned to their rounds, and my husband had stepped out in search of something to eat. Just me and the kid, alone in the room. My heart...

In a book called Beyond Homelessness, Theologians Brian Walsh and Stephen Bouma Prediger tell the story of two men: Kenny and Kenneth. They are neighbors, but seemingly, they do not have a lot in common. Kenneth is successful—he has a corporate job, travels between...

Fredericksburg had frozen over. Where accumulation underperformed, the thickness of Jack Frost’s blast had accommodated. In typical snow day tradition, members of the Micah community were clamoring for shovels at the first sign of flakes. Where snow signals hot cocoa...

I had needed to visit Robbie for several weeks. When he moved from Micah’s respite house to a nursing home, I had promised he would not be forgotten. But in the busyness of leading a young non-profit, raising money and learning the many things I had to learn about...