I walk to work barefoot


I walk to work barefoot

Why?                                                                  .

                                                                      Why not?

Why do you not walk to work?
Why not choose a home
near enough to where
you work and play
to walk?

Why do you wear shoes?
when we have smooth sidewalks and soft grass
do you put plastic on your feet?
Why don’t you want to feel the earth –
the dust from which you came?

I’ve learned a lot walking to work barefoot

How being eccentric can actually make you more approachable

Which leads to meeting that grandma
who’s agreed to provide daycare for her youngest grandchildren
but only until she says a harsh word to them
because she wants the best for them

And that couple from Holland
who not only raised two children of their own
but invited in five girls pregnant with fatherless little ones
to live until they got their feet back under them

I think I know why we’re afraid to walk to work barefoot

We want to protect ourselves

We wear shoes and go from house to car to office to car to house
to avoid feeling
what might be uncomfortable

We strive to maintain a sense of control
to avoid dirty feet
or losing track of time chatting with a neighbor

But what’s so bad about a little mud and conversation?

a dad like you

48 years ago yesterday
was God thinking of me?

on that day when my grandparents heard the good news
that a healthy baby boy was born to them
did they know that 25 years later
he would be my daddy?

did anyone but God know
that I would need a dad like you?

a daddy whose baby girl didn’t want to be held close
who would hold her anyway
pacing, holding her out in front of him
late into the night

a daddy whose little girl seemed to want to be anywhere but home
who would give her a loving home anyway
a steady home, a safe haven
she could always return to

a daddy whose teenage girl wasn’t sure what she wanted
who would give her what she needed anyway
encouraging her gifts and talents
and feeding her passions

a daddy whose grown-up girl all of a sudden launched into the unknown
who was left holding an empty bow
smiling and proud, knowing this was the moment
he’d been preparing her for

a daddy who followed God
and in so doing
was exactly the daddy He wanted him to be

I pray one day I have a little girl
who is blessed enough
to have a dad like you



secretive, mysterious
approaching, murmuring, speaking
only wind in leaves?

usual, mundane
strolling, wandering, exercising
just a normal walk?

moist, breezy
misting, breathing, caressing
something here I missed?

wet, fresh
rejuvenating, growing, living
may I have it?

pleasant, enticing
taking, consuming, digesting
absorbing the given missive!

“…you have tasted the kindness of the Lord.” 1 Peter 2:3

“I Would Never Have an Abortion!”… (Or Would She?)

photo courtesy of Justice For All

“Leah” was afraid a friend would see her at the pregnancy resource table and guess her secret. The table was set up near Justice For All’s kiosk at Arizona State University (ASU) last month. Wanting to spend as little time near the resource table as possible, she gave me her phone number and we set up a more private meeting through text message…

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JFA and Me: What’s Next?

the next step of my journey with JFA

Never say never! A year ago I thought there was no way I would move to Wichita to work for Justice For All (JFA), but I’ve been here volunteering full-time for five months. And now the JFA leadership and I have decided that a year-long, paid internship is in my near future! I can’t do this alone! At the end of the letter I will share how you can participate in this exciting next step. But first, I’d like to share six of the lessons God has taught me as He’s brought me to this point.

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