David Joannes
224SHARESShareTweetJoin Our List Okay I admit it, I am confused. Maybe a little more than that. I am stupefied and astounded at the strange conversations of American churches and Christians. I read a lot of blogs. I catch the latest and greatest debates on hipster pastor Mark Driscoll’s Calvinism versus the Arminianism world; Rob Bell’s love heaven and Francis…
read more175SHARESShareTweetJoin Our List Excerpt from Letters To Lorna From Liberia by David Joannes Hour:93 “Go get yourself some coffee, babe,” Ray Joe tells me this morning at breakfast. That’s not the first time he has called me that. “Hey babe, you get some good shots at the orphanage today?” “Um, yes.” The first few times it threw me…
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206SHARESShareTweetJoin Our List Excerpt from The Memories I Made Up by David Joannes The Beggar I have to describe my memories with words, inadequate as I know they are. I’m sure you know the feeling too. We see the mental picture that we are attempting to explain as clear as it was then. The colors. The smells. The…
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225SHARESShareTweetJoin Our List As the early morning sunlight splinters through closed roller blinds, at the groggy cusp of awakening—eyelids blinking and squinting away the bright—I often awake, wondering where I am. A mental map slowly emerges, of Asian city streets, of twists and turns through alleyways and neighborhoods. “Jinse Boulevard to Beijing Road,” I mull over in…
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