From August 27, 2020 Ten years ago, in August 2010, I spent two weeks living in a slum in Haiti. I wanted to intentionally immerse myself into the life of the poor as a means to discern God’s will for the balance of my life. What follows is from the beginning of a book which I never finished.

From August 26, 2020 Over the last few days, the Journal has contained an honest expression of some of my inner doubts and confusions. Some faithful readers have responded with a range of spiritual advice for what they called my “spiritual dryness” or even my “dark night of the soul.”

From August 25, 2020 In the middle of the storm on Sunday, Fritzon decided to rip of the bandage off his arm, exposing his stitched-up bullet wound. There was no nurse on duty, so I was pressed into duty. First, I wrapped the wound with gauze and taped it.