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I sat at a border crossing in the middle of the Albanian refugee crisis. My team and I had been sitting at this particular border for three hours.

I had my first evangelism-induced sweats when I was in seventh grade.

In the past year, I have found myself in more conversations about Jesus with people outside the Christian faith than in any other year since college.

I used to think my testimony could be summed up in five words: I grew up in church. 

What happens when we follow God’s heart right into the midst of the urban poor?

What does it take to become a ?

The first time I was asked to share the gospel at a Proxe Station, I tried to get out of it.

I get the same answer almost every time: “Bible study and prayer.” The scene looks like this: I sit down over coffee with a student who’s stuck in their walk with Christ, bored with the Christian life, and struggling to hear from or care about Jesus at all...

‘I thirst’ were the words from God above. God who left immortal to show his eternal love. ‘I thirst’ is what he said, What he gasped as his lungs began to fill and collapse, As he hung there in agony on a tree to die, I sit, I think, and wonder….why...

I didn’t expect Jesus to show up in a bar that evening. No, it wasn’t a hipster dude with a big beard. It was at my high school reunion where I reconnected with Chris—a formerly awkward and quiet student who now sported snazzy glasses, stylishly gelled hair, and an identity as an openly gay man.