This week, I am participating in the #Fireworkpeople blog tour.
We all want to have a voice. We want people to listen to what we have to say and tell us our words are important. As a result, we have a celebrity-obsessed culture that judges your value based on how many people listen. No matter what you are actually saying, if you have millions of twitter followers, you must be important. Continue reading
This week, I’m thinking of the walls that divide and the great distances that separate one person from another. I’m thinking of the neighborhood lines in Chicago that cleanly divide one race from another. I’m thinking of the disagreements between the Maasai and the Kikuyu tribe in Kenya. I’m thinking about the cultural differences that separate the indigenous Mayans and Mestizos here in Guatemala. I’m thinking about the ever-growing divide between progressive and fundamentalist Christians. I’m thinking about the nationalists and unionists in Northern Ireland, who literally separate themselves with a wall in Belfast.
What are you looking for? I’ve been asking myself this question this week.
Because I think we’re all looking for something.
- I’m looking for people who accept me the way I am.
- I’m looking for reassurance that my imperfections are okay.
- I’m looking for rest.
- I’m looking for hope that loneliness doesn’t last forever.
- I’m looking for grace.
Today, I was asked to give the message at my church here in Xela. It comes from the lectionary text for this week, Matthew 21:33-44.
Sometimes, I like to imagine there will be one defining moment in my life. There will be a single moment when my life is completely transformed, and everything from that point forward is better than it was before. I think we all want this. We all want to have a before and an after. For example, “before I met the love of my life, my days were sad and depressing.” “After I met my the perfect person, every single moment is like living a dream.” This might happen in movies, but it isn’t reality. Continue reading
Hi, I’m Becca, and I’ve had ten jobs in five years.
From teaching to church ministry to floral arranging to sports retail—I’ve done it all. I spent a semester as an art student. I’ve moved six times, most recently to Central America. Clearly, I am not one to give career advice. In fact, I could probably write a book about how not to succeed in life. Continue reading
This week, I’ve been exploring prayer. Not because I’m an expert, but because I too often find myself asking “What’s the point?” 99% of the time, I’m asking for all the wrong things. I don’t understand why anything I could ask would make any difference at all.
I don’t have it all figured out, but I can tell you that the times I have felt most at peace have been the times when I haven’t used any words at all. I think that sometimes I forget that an important part of any conversation–even with the creator of the universe–is listening. Continue reading
Sometimes, Guatemala feels like discovering some great secret to living that few people know about.
I used to read books about traveling. I used to look at pictures of mountains. I used to think about leaving.
But then one day, I made a choice.