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Several years ago, I found myself reading A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken and encountering an idea that would change the way I looked at grief forever. You see, I worked with ���� at Virginia Tech the year before the shootings took place on campus. Although, no one

I remember when I accepted Jesus into my heart as Lord and Savior eight years ago. I was intentional about growing my faith and sharing it with others. But...

The train was taking almost twenty to thirty minutes to leave, when a man walking on his two hands and one foot, went onto the ladies’ train car.

When I was in high school I went to Taiwan on a mission trip. My home church in Fremont, CA had been planted years ago by Taiwanese immigrants and now, we were helping plant a small church in Taiwan.

One of my favorite parts of Paul’s epistles is when Paul transparently shares what he prays for. Paul doesn’t just write to the churches in order to correct and instruct, but also to encourage and to remind them that he cares. 

I know the lyrics to all six verses of "American Pie." I can recite every word that Sandra Bullock yells after Peter Gallagher when he tells her “Merry Christmas” in While You Were Sleeping. I’ve read some texts so many times that there’s no point in saving them. I can sing, note for note, the guitar solo from “Hotel California.”

The Kingdom of God always seems to catch me off guard. What I mean by that is: I never seem to ‘get used’ to it. It's so completely different from conventional thinking and ‘common sense.’

My neighborhood’s the type of place ��ñ���� students might visit for an Urban Project. It’s the type of place people lock their car doors as they drive through. Quite frankly, it’s the type of place young people don’t return to after college. 

This is how you know that Eugene Peterson—pastor, professor, and bestselling author of the Bible paraphrase The Message— is stone-cold cool.

God knows you, loves you a lot, and wants to lead you. You should ask God where to go and then go.