Judgers ‘R Us (or How One Lame Phrase Can Change a Life)

by Jonathan

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I like to judge people, and I bet you do too. After years of practice, I’d say I’m pretty good at it; in fact, I’m probably better than you.  But, from what I can tell, Jesus isn’t really ok with that, and he says so pretty clearly.  (See “The Bible.”)  That makes me sad, because it’s such a natural pastime, something that comes so easily and is so quickly perfected.

What?  You never judge?  Then feel free to judge me for judging and return to your favorite Pinterest site, the one with lots of flowers, butterflies, and cute kittens.

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I’m a what?!

by Elizabeth

I’m an introvert. I’m also a missionary. According to a recently-popularized definition, an introvert is someone who is drained by being with other people, and who is energized by being alone. But missions is a rather people-intensive lifestyle, right? Is it possible for an introvert to be a missionary? For me, the short answer to this question is “yes,” introverts can be missionaries. But the story of how I arrived at this answer is not so short. . .

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In Which I Blog About the Things I’m Not Going to Blog About

by Elizabeth

A good friend asked me when I’m going to blog again. My answer to her was: I don’t know. I’ve jotted down things to blog about for months. Light-hearted stuff about third culture kids, Cambodian traffic, or the educational differences between America and Cambodia. But I didn’t feel strongly enough about those topics to make myself blog about them.

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Going Back to (Home) School

by Elizabeth

As a good church of Christ girl, I faithfully attended Sunday morning Bible class, Sunday morning worship, Sunday evening worship, and Wednesday evening Bible class. Over the years, we studied Genesis, Exodus, Joshua, Judges, Israel as a unified kingdom, and Israel as a divided kingdom. Rather skipping over the prophets, we forged ahead to the New Testament, gave the Gospels a passing glance, undertook several iterations of Acts, and then gave particularly serious attention to the Roman and Corinthian letters.

I therefore thought I knew about the Bible.

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Heaven and Human Trafficking (Imago Dei, Part 2 of 2)

by Elizabeth

(You can read Part 1 here.)

I’m not a crier. At least, I wasn’t, until I moved to Cambodia. I witness more pain and injustice here than I’m really equipped to handle. Consequently, I spent most of this hot season crying.

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