What’s Called Niche Today is the Majority of Tomorrow

I’ve spent so many hours worried about how my kids will understand the way their faith and ethnic identity are intertwined. After I became a Christian, I didn’t know this is something that would matter as much as it does. As a young Christian, it's no surprise that when it came to my faith community, … Continue reading What’s Called Niche Today is the Majority of Tomorrow

I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood

Image Credit: Foundry Co from Pixabay Originally written for The Mudroom. I was young when I first realized that my biracial existence inhabits liminal space.  We piled into the sticky church van, and left the Californian mountains where I’d spent a week at an Asian American Christian summer camp. It was my first experience at a summer camp, … Continue reading I am a Threshold of Flesh and Blood

Listen to the Flowers

Yesterday the clumps of unremarkable leaves that line the side of our front walkway were suddenly sprinkled with periwinkle.  Our Woodland Phlox had begun to flower.  I am struck with how startled I was to see them again.  Although I’d become tired of the plain brownish-green stumps of plants they had been for months now, … Continue reading Listen to the Flowers

The Posture of Preparation

On the heels of every Thanksgiving, Christmas season expectations peer at me from around the corner of November like a small army, eager for battle. As if on cue, after the piles of Halloween candy have been consumed and the leaves have begun to change colors, my family begins planning: tree shopping right after Thanksgiving weekend, tubs of Christmas … Continue reading The Posture of Preparation

Slow

Good observation is never fast; as a child, I was an excellent observer.  I noticed things and I remember feeling as if there was never enough time for all of the things I observed and was curious about. Shortly after my family moved overseas, when I was 6 or 7, I saw teenage students mocking an older homeless … Continue reading Slow