How I Rediscovered the Country I Know #WeWelcomeRefugees

By | January 30th, 2017|Courageous People of Lancaster|

"Is this Mohammad?" "Yes! Yes." "Did you hear about the refugee concert in the city tomorrow? Do you need a ride?" "Yes! Yes. Please." "I'll pick you up around 3?" "Yes. Okay. Thank you!" * * * * * I pull up outside a small duplex in the southwest side [...]

When I Looked For the Syrian Refugee at His House, and What I Found #RideshareConfessional

By | January 27th, 2017|Courageous People of Lancaster, Ridesharing Confessional|

Photo by Danka & Peter via Unsplash I started driving early on Thursday morning. My brain wasn’t completely awake, so when the girl asked to go to the subway on Queen Street, I did a double-take. I honestly wondered, the subway? Since when did Lancaster have a subway? [...]

He Told Me He was Ready to be a Father #RidesharingConfessional

By | January 4th, 2017|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, My Uber Driving, Ridesharing Confessional|

As an Uber driver, driving the same person is rare. It’s happened to me exactly twice. The first time it happened is a ridiculously strange story I’m still trying to figure out how to tell. The second time it happened was on a rainy, January day when the year still [...]

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What All Refugees Have in Common

By | November 21st, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster|

My new friend and Arabic translator. I sit in my car on an unseasonably warm day in November, and I'm across the street from CWS. Church World Service. They work with partners to give hope, opportunity, and relief to refugees and immigrants relocated to central Pennsylvania. I sit [...]

Like Breath Over Still Water: The Arrival of a Baby

By | August 8th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, Faith and Doubt, Identity, The Little People in the House|

I drive the truck faster, weaving past cars on the city streets. I nearly pull out in front of someone and hit my brakes. We are 35 minutes from the birth center, and Maile’s labor has started. I stop at a red light just as another contraction builds inside her. [...]

She Convinced Us She Would Live Forever

By | July 12th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, Faith and Doubt, Letters to Those We've Lost|

When the first flowers finally dry into brittle reminders, and the nurses know the names of the family members who spend every night sleeping on the tile floor, you know the vigil being kept has entered its second week. Somehow she convinced us she would live forever. The realization struck [...]

The Stories One Family Told Me

By | June 10th, 2016|A Contemplative Life, Courageous People of Lancaster, Faith and Doubt|

As soon as I walked into the house, I could tell everyone was nervous. Polite, but nervous. And maybe a little skeptical. I shook hands with each of the ten people sitting in the dining room and then took a seat at the head of the table. I thanked them [...]

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