“You wouldn’t think that they go together, and that’s some of the beauty of it. These clay tubes that are plain and ordinary, that don’t even fit together in an organized fashion, can come together to be a thing of beauty.” She was right too. There were white cows everywhere. I knew they existed, but … [Read More]
Trains, Planes, and Passive Verbs or Waiting for Home (Again)
It was quiet outside. Not even the Swans had started taunting the world around them, but laid still in their corner of the river bank as I passed by on my bike. Another early morning. Another day of travel. A trip to Heidelberg with our summer interns was underway, that is, as soon as I … [Read More]
Early Morning Bus Stops and Going Through It
“You’ve got to go through it, Tony.” The sun was well into the sky as I walked down the street to the bus stop at 6:25am. I walked up to the bus driver, and asked if it was ok if I boarded. He obliged, and I found my way to a seat that would take … [Read More]
Moving Beyond Epistemophilia: An Experiment in Resurrection
Here we go again. Tomorrow at 1:00pm I hop back on an airplane. This time, the destination is 2,500 miles south and east, to Atlanta, Georgia. There’s another group of people who are willing to take me in and teach me what they have learned about campus ministry. I will visit a group at GA … [Read More]
Nomads Waiting
Did he know what was coming? Did he have any idea? If he didn’t, how could he hold out that long? How did he endure? It’s been 5 months since I began traveling. It’s been 5 months since I packed up and gave up any concept of “home” I had acquired over the last three … [Read More]
Meet Me On Belmont
It has happened again, but did it ever stop? Back on the road again. This month is a mix of celebrating friendship, learning a new ministry trade, and developing partnerships for what God is doing in Germany. And those tasks are going to require a month of almost equally split days in the four different … [Read More]
Adventures in Being Homeless
It’s been 8 weeks. Lincoln. Chicago. Atlanta. Amsterdam. Tübingen. Lincoln. Denver. Boise. Portland. Corvallis. Salem. Seattle. Sweet Home. Portland. Never more than a few days at each place, everywhere is my home and nowhere is my home. I am homeless. I am wandering. Now, don’t get me wrong, this wandering is not without purpose. I … [Read More]
Power Naps, Caffeine Shots, and a Search for Rest
The rain drips down the windowpane in this somewhat dingy coffee shop in Corvallis, Oregon. It’s been almost a month since my visit to Germany and since then I have managed to pack all of my belongings into my car and move across the country. June 8th marked the beginning of what will be a … [Read More]