He Said ‘Go,’ So I Went

Sunday afternoon I returned from Anchorage after about 18 hours of travel. When I put on my sneakers yesterday, Alaska had left an imprint on their soles. It also left an imprint on my soul.

I went because Jesus said “go.” I could have said “no”: No, I’m seriously asthmatic. No, I have celiac disease. No, I’m self-employed. But as you know (more…)