Smoke-Stained Sky

Walking the streets of Bethlehem during the protest was not a fearful event for me. I perhaps never felt safer, even at the sound of tear gas shot into the air and watching the smoke in the distance.

God’s Country

It’s hot everyday.  And everyday it’s humid so that you don’t want to move or even turn your head.  You sweat enough just by sitting still.  The doors and windows stay open, allowing whatever breeze may fall to pass through the home.  You try and find a place between the shadows and the chance to…

International, Latin-American, God

I feel… international. I’m not sure if that qualifies as an emotion, but its what I’m feeling right now. I’ve crossed by bus through two customs/immigration check points in the past ten hours, traveling form Nicaragua to Costa Rica. My wallet now has three different currencies in its folds; dollars, córdobas, and colones. Bright pinks,…