The Stories Superhero 5K is fast approaching and I wanted to take a minute to talk about my inspiration for getting involved with Stories Café. Her name was Patti, and she was my mom, best friend and my very own superhero. She went home to be with Jesus a few years ago, after a
Thank you to everyone who came out for our first annual Superhero 5K! We had a blast, raised money to fight injustice and experienced great community. We can’t wait for next year. In the mean time, check out this year’s photos by Abigail Niemann Photography. Save Save Save Save
I have 3 boys, 2 of which are crazy about superheros. Their favorite thing to do is to dress up as Superman, Spiderman, Batman, Mr. Incredible… The list goes on, and on. I watch as they transform from my little boys to characters they admire, and fantasize about being one day when they “grow up”.
When I was 19 I went to a missionary training program in Bahamas. Before you think something snarky about suffering for Jesus, it was beautiful, and hot, and poor and we did a lot of outreach to kids and that outreach included many, many hot dogs. Every week we would go to a different neighborhood
We read stories about genocide, racial hate, people starving, babies killed, women beaten, and children sold for sex. Then, that God-given sense of justice rises up in us and we think, “Something has to be done!” We watch as teens struggle with their own identity, cyber bullying, hypocrisy of others and themselves as the image
So much we do in our modern world revolves around reducing our own vulnerability to the outside world. We build homes with security in mind, buy cars with 5-star safety ratings, and require helmets for our children to ride their bikes. There is an inherent knowledge that we as humans require a certain amount of
We are in the throws of raising money for our Freedom Truck and as I write Facebook posts, plan Twitter campaigns, send emails to countless individuals, churches, businesses and non profits I find in my bleary eyed exhaustion I have been checking my heart, re-examining our “why”. Because, friends, let’s be real. This is hard.
Imagine walking into a cafe where you are welcomed with the aroma of freshly brewed fair trade coffee, and kindness from the people who chose with a purpose to volunteer there. You’ll be encouraged to try one of the many organic, delicious options to eat. You may be there with your children who will be