I grew up with what I called a wannabe “white savior complex,” also known as, “model minority.” My parents were saved by missionaries during the Khmer Rouge. I grew up seeing missionaries as my heroes and decided at the age of18, I would do such. My naïve pride expected me to teach the little Cambodian children English and guide them to Christ. I didn’t realize the injustice I was perpetuating by repeating the message I was taught that “Look at me! God brought me here to bring you salvation and you need to prevent your sins from my teaching.” Halfway through that “mission” trip, I ended up mistaking my homesickness by looking down at the others.Read More
Photo by Wayne de Klerk on Unsplash A shoot shall come out from the stump of Jesse, and a branch...Read More
Consider the sacred role of desire in worship. Imagine what an abundant life– a life you desire– looks like, feels like, tastes like. This is an invitation to reflect on and seek rest in the promise that abundant life is in fact Love’s own desire for you.Read More
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