Today my Muslim friend told me she is afraid. The kind of “safe” I feel is what makes me different.
Read MoreI could barely contain my hope for the direction this conversation was taking. Instantly, I felt Jesus right there.
Read MoreThere is not a person in our family who would not be able to recount our first Christmas in the Muslim country where we served.
Read MoreThere is power in the kitchen, in gathering in this sacred space with our Muslim friends.
Read MoreThis Easter, as we gratefully reflect on this important time with family, friends and colleagues, we also remember the hundreds of millions of Muslims who have yet to be served the Truth about this Lamb of God.
Read MoreI’m in a South Asian neighborhood in the Bronx, New York, looking out the window of a great city church into the face of a very large mosque, which sits just across the street.
Read MoreI see beautiful women who don’t know their own worth because they don’t yet know the Christ.
Read MoreI never thought much of Ash Wednesday before, since in my denomination the Lenten ritual of having the sign of the cross caressed into one’s forehead with symbolic ash isn’t really practiced.
Read MoreI am a follower of Jesus. I have lived in a fundamentalist Muslim nation, and I have visited Muslim nations that identify with varied levels of conservativism and manifold veil practices.
Read MoreAs I sit with my resolutions goals in hand in several key areas, I can’t help but think of Jesus and His wondrous ability to make all things new. His Word brims over with all the ways He loves and longs to do so. This year I find myself simply wanting more.
Read MoreShe leaned across the table and pierced my eyes and my heart with her words: “I am sitting here with my hijab. You are there with your blonde hair. And yet we can talk like this.”
Read MoreThat day our interaction with this couple challenged my thinking. I met the person and the family behind the voice.
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