There's Actually Nothing Sexy About A Sexy Kitten.

I was gonna write a post about how we should ditch those Church "Harvest Festivals" in favor of staying home to hang out with our neighbors - Be the light of the world and all that jazz. Man, it was gonna be good. And challenging. And poetic. 

But I've been so busy I couldn't finish it...

So here's a picture of my cat in a neglige, instead.

Sheesh. Whoever decided it was a good idea to dress up as a "Sexy Kitten" for Halloween has obviously never seen a sexy kitten because kittens aren't sexy at all. Worst costume ever. 

Happy Halloween, friends! 

Be safe out there!!

PS - Tomorrow I'm headed to Calgary for the "Survival of the Weakest" conference where I will say some words along with Shane Claiborne and Ron Sider.... because my life is like WHAT?!



Better when.

You know what I keep saying? “It'll be better when...”

I say this 100 times a day. Maybe 1000. 

"I'm going to write on my blog more often, I swear. It'll be better when my office is done."

"My house is a God-forsaken pit of filth. And it smells weird. It will be better when my boys are grown...I mean, gone."

"My marriage feels kind of blech. I think we can't stand each other. But we love each other. But we don't want to be around each other. But we crave each other's company. But we want to fix each other. But we love the other's idiosyncrasies. But we annoy each other. But we adore each other. Ugh! Maybe things will be better when we take a vacation. Yes! That's it. Things will be better when we have some down time."

"My kid's grades suck. Things will be better when... Ok. Probably never."

But you see what I mean? Everything will be better when.

But when never gets here. It never arrives. When just hangs there, somewhere in the future, snatching more good reasons, more lame excuses, grabbing more and more time. All the while, I'm feeling ever more disgruntled with now. Now is no good, because I've got myself convinced that When is so much better/brighter/cleaner/ happier/wealthier/freer/less smelling of farts and armpits.

Now is bullshit. Now sucks. Now is gritty and hard, and it doesn't always go my way. Now I don't have enough money. Now I don't have enough time. Now I'm hungry and I haven't had enough sleep and I'm all kinds of psychotic PMSy. Now I'm busy, I'm sad, I'm frustrated, I'm running behind – But it's all ok, because things will be better when.

I've been doing a lot of looking back, lately. Mostly over our five years in Costa Rica, but I've also been looking back at my sons' waning childhood, and I've peered backward at a lifetime of seeking God, and a couple of decades of following Him. "It will be better when" is a common theme, I've noticed, and I've come to one big, fat, stupid conclusion...

When is a dangerous place to hang your Hope.

Every time I tell myself “It will be better when”, I'm giving myself permission not to believe that Now can be good. I'm letting myself off the hook for the ugly contributions I make to the struggle of marriage. I'm soothing the healthy discomfort of not living my own best life. Basically, I'm giving myself permission to enjoy a subpar existence in a dirty house with bad students who smell like a beef jerky factory.

And that's just crazy. Why would anyone choose to live like that?

I'll tell you why. Because Now is work.

See? If I can blame all of my problems on things that will happily fix themselves over time, then I never have to actually DO anything.

I am a lazy genius.

This morning, I prayed. I was lamenting my (admittedly wonderful, easy, full) life, and making more false promises of “better when”. As I was thrusting all my Hope into the unforeseen future, and calling on God to make it so, I felt that familiar stirring in my soul, a still small voice that bids me quiet and listen...


Love now.

Give now.

Write now.

Seriously? Clean your house now.

The Kingdom of God is in the here and the nowThere is no better when. 

Hope lives today. Hope abides right Now. But Hope doesn't belie work.

I gave you today to live.

So do it. 


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Ever fallen into the "better when" trap?  


Would Jesus be cool with keeping poor kids in orphanages? (GUEST POST)

Last week, on Facebook, I shared a brilliant post from Kristen Howerton about "How the Christian orphan care movement may be enabling child abandonment", which started a lively discussion on orphan ethics. When I heard from Kelsey, I knew her guest post would be a great addition to the conversation. We would love to hear your response in comments.

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We are called to do justice for the orphan and the widow. But what happens when that justice looks a lot more like injustice?

In a small village in Uganda there was a family in crisis. Their granddaughter had just fallen into their care and she was sick. Her mother was struggling with mental health problems and had not been giving her proper care. When she arrived at her grandparents, abandoned by her Mom, she was so malnourished they feared for her life.

With limited resources and the hospital an hour away, the family did not know what to do. They loved their granddaughter and wanted to find her help so they approached the leaders in their community about the situation. The leaders contacted some missionaries in town and told them about this family.
And just like that, this little girl was brought to an orphanage, where she would be separated from her family for the next 3 years.

The family wasn't offered transportation to the hospital, or advice on nutrition for a malnourished child, or high caloric foods or help paying hospital bills. The only option presented was the removal of their child.

So for the next three years a child with a family that loved her sat in an orphanage. She became one of many children cared for by multiple caregivers a day that came and went and picked up their paychecks at the end of the month. She got three nutritious meals a day and toys donated from America to play with and the occasional trip to town for ice cream, but she lacked a child's greatest need- a family to love her. She watched adoptive parents arrive to take their kids home and was left wondering where her family was and why she wasn't with them.

Essentially, an orphan had been created.

While this little girl wondered, an hour away a family in a village was left missing their daughter.

Photo by Bobby Neptune

After helping to reunite children living in orphanages, back home with their families I wish I could tell you that this story was a one-time deal. That children weren’t constantly being separated from their families because of poverty.

Unfortunately I’ve heard this story more times than I’d ever be able to count. Each story I’ve heard has been unique but the fact that poor families are placing their children in orphanages because better services aren’t being developed isn’t unique at all. Not to Uganda or even to Africa. 

All over the world we are confusing poverty for families not loving their children- In Haiti, in Cambodia, in Kenya, in Brazil, in Honduras. I’ve spoken to folks working on the ground in all of these countries and the common experience is that not enough is being done to help poor families keep their children.

Nearly every family we have resettled a child to has told us, had support been available to help them keep their child, they would have never put them in an orphanage in the first place.
Poverty can’t be the reason the majority of children are growing up in institutional care. But this is what is happening and this is what needs to change.

Which brings me back to my question- Would Jesus be cool with keeping poor kids in orphanages?

Knowing what we know of who Jesus was, how he engaged with the people he served and worked alongside of and what he advocated for, I think the overwhelming answer would be a big fat “NO”.
Jesus liked messy. He tended to run toward it. We think of the disciples he chose to do ministry with, the stories of the misfits and the outcasts he loved so well. He gravitated toward people that didn’t have their crap together.

Working with families and trying to tackle poverty and the issues that stem from it is MESSY WORK. Throwing kids in orphanages and ignoring the problems that are facing their families and communities? 

That’s a lot easier.

But we aren’t called to easy. We are called to enter into the mess.

I don’t think Jesus would be about institutionalizing children just because we wanted to find an easy fix to the problem.

I believe He’d be asking us to challenge each other. He’d be all about ministering to and reaching an entire family, rather than removing a child from their care. He’d remind us that His Father didn’t accidentally choose these families for these children and that we should be fighting for families who love their kids to get to keep them.

Removing a child might be the easy answer, but it's not the right one. I believe we're called to true justice for "orphans" and widows, and to me that means coming alongside families in need rather than removing their children.


I’m Kelsey, a Philly-born American that helps run an NGO, Abide Family Center, located in Bugembe, Jinja, Uganda. Conservative Christian bred- turned-liberal Christ-captivated Social Worker with too many tattoos to be on the mission field. After almost peacing from the American church on multiple occasions, what has always pulled me back in is the Gospel in its purest form. I’m so captivated by a Gospel that transforms- that digs deep into the messy parts of our lives and our world. That’s what I love and that’s why I’ve stuck around.