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Last time I shared about the crisis in Sudan. The famine, ethnic cleansing, and the violence that has made this the world's largest humanitarian crisis. And I shared how it's led me to desperate, honest questions: God, where are you? God, do you care? In that place of frustration, I encountered the framework of lament from the Psalms, a journey that begins with calling on God and complaining, honestly bringing our pain to him. I shared in the last post how freeing it was to d

Sudan. The scale of violence, particularly in the capital of North Darfur, El Fasher, has reached horrific levels. It's the world's worst humanitarian crisis and it brings me to these questions: God where are you in the midst of this suffering?

"What surprised me most was the individual stories of all the refugees...a lot of them have nowhere to go." I read this reflection from a twelfth grader, a few days ago after I had spoken in their class. This is what happens when we move from headlines to human beings. When we stop talking about refugees as a ‘crisis,’ and start talking about real people (parents, teenagers, children, grandparents) with homes, dreams, and communities. People who flee their homes because they

Last week, I had the privilege of speaking in a seventh grade class to talk about what it means to follow Jesus and build bridges like Jesus did. Together, we studied John 4:4-42: Jesus’ encounter with the Samaritan woman at the well. It’s one of those stories we can become so familiar with that we might miss just how radical and intentional Jesus was in his interactions with her.  The Barriers Jesus Crossed To set the scene, we imagined the dusty roads Jesus walked to get to

In my last post, I shared about the biblical foundation for peacemaking. But what does this actually look like in practice? How do we move from understanding our calling to living it out? Ultimately, we remember that God is the one who invites us into this work of peacemaking with him. In this in-between space of the Kingdom of God being here and not yet, we ache for peace, wholeness, and healing that can only come through God.

Recently I’ve been waking up most mornings with a deep heartache over the brokenness in the world. I’ve spent the last year immersed in lectures and coursework for my master’s in international development and humanitarian emergencies–topics which don’t inherently lend themselves to particularly deep peace or settledness. If anything, my heartache grew and I spent much of my time walking around London praying and talking with the Lord about these things.