Walking with missionaries; pastors, and parishioners ~~ creating and holding space for and with them ~~ so they discover freedom ~~ living without secrets ~~ able to breathe and live authentically with the people they love and serve.
She grew up the youngest of four children during the Great Depression. Born in late 1929, she could not have been welcomed by her dad the way she wanted or needed to be. He didn’t know how he was going to feed her. And though her Mom was a saint, the
When Bruce Cockburn called us to “Kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight,” I didn’t think he meant literally; but, Paula and I have been invited to lead a Lithuanian Campus Crusade staff retreat in January on the frozen shores of the
I believed my addict's propaganda. And in so doing, I hurt more people. My addict fooled us all. That is the thing about our addicts. even we believe their lies, we lose the capability to differentiate between the voice of the Spirit and the voice of our
Neville Symington (1993), an incredibly influential psychoanalyst suggests that Narcissism is at the root of all pathology. Loosely, he defines narcissism as a choice to turn away from the “Life force,” and any other outside force to meet my
Heather Plett is a gifted writer and thinker. If you don’t subscribe to her blog, I hope this guest post by her will inspire you to do so. I wrote to her asking to republish this particular piece because, her description of emotional colonization,
Every 12-stepping, recovering addict knows the "how" of recovery. H.O.W. is an acronym: Honesty (step one), openness (step 2), and willingness (step 3). Only later did we discover that the starting point, step one -- honesty -- requires acceptance.
We need to physically turn toward one another. We need to be able to meet but not demand the other's gaze. Tone affects our amygdala more than the words that are said. It hears inflection, reading the emotion and the threat behind it. Since it is
I remember with too much clarity the things I did that made me want to crawl into a hole and die; the times there was no place to which I could escape. I can remember all the times I let people down and disappointed them. I remember telling lies to be
in many cases the roots of our brokenness go back to our youngest days. During our formative childhood and teenage years, when our infinitely complex and intricate psychological and emotional selves were being constructed, we were exposed to events