I've heard a lot of politics lately. I don't go a day without hearing a conversation on political opinions...
I’m always hearing people talking about how they want to fall in love. You are too good to fall in love...
We’d just wrapped up filming Dave’s story (which you can read here). Before we finished, I asked him what he would tell God if He were standing right in front of him at this moment...
I wanted to change the world. I wanted to do something with my life. So I got up and left...
Seven days ago Terence and I began began on a 648 mile, two month trek from downtown Atlanta to Washington, D.C. (with him walking while I stay a few miles ahead in a vehicle). Why are we doing this? Poverty. We are marching against poverty...
It’s 3:31 am.
I’m finding myself selfishly asking God to harden my heart...
I’m not really much of a dancer. I wish I were though. I like to think one day I’ll be able to dance anywhere, to anything, in front of anyone. ..
I don’t think anything scares me more than the fact I might not be anyone or do anything great...
The reason Robert said he became homeless resonated with me. My encounter with him has haunted me all the more as the early morning fog begins to freeze and the nights grow longer…
I wasn't sure why We were still driving around downtown Birmingham...
I met Dave in Downtown Atlanta. He walked up with a book in hand and we instantly connected when he mentioned he was a fellow Douglasville native...
We met Keith holding up a sign on the side of a busy intersection in downtown Charlotte, NC. We pulled over and picked him up to take him to lunch and listen to his story...
We met Michael behind a Family Dollar in Spartanburg, SC. Michael and his friend Kathy had come to see what all the commotion behind the Family Dollar was about. When we told them we were interviewing people struggling through poverty and homelessness they were both eager to share their stories...
We met Albert behind a Family Dollar in Spartanburg, SC. While we were recording Granny’s story three or four other homeless people had shown up. Albert was one of them...
We were driving down highway 29 on the outskirts of Spartanburg, SC when we saw a man who appeared homeless walking down the street with a woman. We called out to him and asked if he wanted a little work cleaning out the bus. The man, who later told us his name is Monk, ethunsiasticly replied "Hell yeah!"...
We met CR (Charles Ronald Tucker) in a Chick-Fil-A parking lot, just outside of Clemson, SC. I took him inside to buy him a meal and listen to his story...
’m not a morning person.
In fact, if the morning weren’t necessary for the rest of the day to go on I would find some kind of way to ban them or make them illegal or something...
We left Atlanta at around 6:30pm and arrived in Ft. Lauderdale at 9:00pm for our 10-hour layover. We stayed in a hotel until we had to leave for the airport at 4:30am....
Four a.m. came early. Real early.
We were all tired and pretty grouchy, so we tried not to talk to each other. It was a pretty quiet morning. A few tears were shed and final goodbyes were said...
Today was our last day in Santa Barbara.
Not only was it our last day in the community, but it was also our last day in Nicaragua. We all knew today would be rough. It’s hard to say goodbye to people you’ve come to love so dearly– to a land that holds a piece of your heart...
Today we changed things up a bit and went to a children’s hospital.
Last year we had gone to a children’s cancer center but due to the recent earthquakes everyone had been moved to the hospital across the street...
Today was our third day in the community of Santa Barbara.
We came to paint the schoolroom we helped build a couple of days before.
We loaded into the truck after breakfast and made our way to the school...
oday could be simply summed up by saying we went to church.
And when I say church I don’t mean we entered a building and sang some songs and listened to a sermon (we didn’t even stay for the sermon). When I say church I mean we entered a community committed to worshiping God through all of our strength, all of our knowledge, and all of our hearts...
Today was our second day in Santa Barbara.
The day started as it usually does, with breakfast, and then we were off on our way to go love on some people. We were going to help build a new classroom for the school– so we picked up some building material and a couple of Nicaraguan builders to help us...
Today was our first day in the community of Santa Barbara.
After breakfast we all loaded up in the back of a pick-up truck and headed down the highway. About three miles later we turned on to a bumpy, winding dirt road, which led to the school in Santa Barbara...
We started the day a little earlier than we usually do.
We had breakfast at seven and then began our daily activities– which were different than anything we’ve done before. The girls went to a jewelry making class/Bible study with some of the ladies from the local communities while us guys did some errands around town...
The reason Robert said he became homeless resonated with me. My encounter with him has haunted me all the more as the early morning fog begins to freeze and the nights grow longer…
I wasn't sure why We were still driving around downtown Birmingham...
Do you ever feel like the rest of the world is louder than you? I do. It's like I'm in a shouting match with all of the violence,and politicians, and teachers...