Saturday, November 25, 2006

I'm so proud of my wife! And now Bekah is getting in on the activist gig, too! You have to sit through a bit to see them, and they voice over Misha's great briefing, but with any luck, this won't be their only fifteen seconds...

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

People notice peacemakers because they dress funny. We know how the people who make war dress - in uniforms and medals, or in computers and clipboards, or in absoluteness, severity, greed, and cynicism. But the peacemaker is dressed in righteousness, justice, and faithfulness - dressed for the work that is to be done.
- Walter Brueggemann

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Election Day

Six or seven months into our stay in China 10 years ago, Misha and I went to the market to buy her a pair of shoes. We went to “The Mall,” a four or five story building with several kiosks and departments. Like much of China at the time, appearances could be deceiving – “The Mall” looked like Macy’s but sold items you’d find at a Dollar Store.

Buying shoes was a chore that day, the clerks at that counter were deep in conversation and cigarettes and didn’t acknowledge our presence. It was as if they knew that if they helped us, it might mess up their shelves of beautifully displayed shoes. I’m not sure how we finally got their attention, I might have just walked around the counter incurring their wrath and forcing the issue. I do remember standing there, frustrated, knowing that whether or not they helped me they would receive their full paycheck for that day. But then I suddenly felt sorry for them: the economic and political system in which they live created apathy in these disenfranchised women.

I remember being grateful that in my country, there was no room for that same apathy because, unlike these women, we can participate in our political system. I promised myself that day that I would vote at every opportunity when I returned to the States.

Please vote today. Please take advantage of this opportunity, most of the world does not have this freedom.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


Initially pretty freaked out when we started walking around last night – “What’s that, Daddy?” “She’s dressed like a witch.” What’s that, Daddy?” “He has a mask on.” “Hold me Daddy, I’m scared.” “Will you wear your crown again or should I still hold it?” “You hold it, Daddy.” – by the sixth or seventh house Charis figured out that people were actually giving her candy and that maybe this whole Halloween thing wasn’t so bad. She loosened up considerably, and after an hour of walking door-to-door – “Charis, say thank you.” “How about we go to another house now?” – Bekah went to sleep and Charis manned the candy bowl on our front stoop.