Easter – My One True Hope

Being born without arms immediately placed my physical appearance in the forefront of people’s first impression of me. That first impression ran a wide range of opinions from people thinking that I was interesting and inspirational all the way to being considered odd and a freak. I lived the first 15 years of my life… Continue reading Easter – My One True Hope

The Sin of Pursuing Sameness

So there we were — six of us seated around the table and enjoying each other’s company. Our distinct looking group began to elicit stares. Our group didn’t look like it should go together. At our table were a Lebanese/Brazilian pastor, a bearded pastor born without arms, a black theologian, a white church planter, a… Continue reading The Sin of Pursuing Sameness