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One Good Phrase: Laura Turner (The adventure continues…)

Well, we all knew this day would come. It's our very last week of One Good Phrase. Soon, I'll give you a little summary post to point you toward all the little gems of phrases that have come through this space since we began working through them ten months ago. But, there's no one I'd rather end this sweet journey with ...

Jesus in Real Life (A Repost for All Saints Day)

“Why is it called Halloween, Mom?” We're driving to preschool. This is the time of day when August asks all the good questions. “Ummmm…” I say. I say that a lot. See the thing is he wants a real answer. He wants the history and the reasoning. If he knew the word ‘etymology,’ he’d want that too. I stop at ...

One Good Phrase: Roo Ciambriello (Brush your shoulders off)

I didn't know Roo Ciambriello until I joined her as a World Vision blogger in Guatemala. And after five days, we knew each other well enough to perform many dangerous stunts... [caption id="attachment_6744" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Look at that form![/caption] Roo has a blog called Neon Fresh, which is as ...

One Good Phrase: Brooks Boyett (Their stories aren’t written yet)

I'm so excited to introduce you to my brother, Brooks. Not only does he have a pretty awesome name (He's named after my son!), he's also one of the greatest people I know: Somehow able to hold faith and reason and justice all together one big metaphorical handful. I admire his courage and his big-hearted, open spirit. ...

The Song in the Story

In the concrete block, open air home, where baby chicks run around a cage in the same room as the toilet, and where a lean-to wood and metal shack serves as a kitchen, we gather outside, in between rooms. We sit in a concrete space for a concert. In the least likely of places, beside the muddy ground and the open-air sink ...

Becoming Madrina: Relationships and World Vision

[caption id="attachment_6531" align="aligncenter" width="640"] "Cooking" with Heydi. (Photo by Matthew Paul Turner)[/caption] “Heydi Andréa,” her mother says in the way only mothers can. Those two words, the names she gave her daughter, are said with gentleness but also with expectation. Heydi is six years old and her ...

I’m going to Guatemala. Wanna come along?

The first time I ever experienced poverty, I was a seventeen-year-old, almost-freshman in college, adventuring through the Amazon River Basin in Brazil for ten days, finalizing my Big Plan for a future life of missionary work. That trip was mostly about one thing: God was going to show me what I was supposed to do with my ...