Friends Journal

Update on mission trip to Saltillo and Monterrey

Monday Recap:Our second day in Saltillo was full and busy! After a good night’s rest, we awoke to a delicious breakfast with coffee. That gave us the energy we needed to participate in several activities— including the first ever Spring Invasion podcast. We spoke on the topic, “living under the guidance of God.” Pastor López hosts his podcast on Facebook under the church account (Plenitud De Vida) and on Spotify. After the podcast, we traveled through the mountains and a…

Breanna Thomas’ Poems

Breanna Thomas is an “MK” (missionary kid) who first visited Friendswood Friends Church as a tiny baby when she and her parents, David and Debby Thomas, were preparing to head to the mission field. She grew up in Rwanda and is now a sophomore at George Fox College. The following poems, shared with Breanna’s permission, are her reflections on being multi-cultural in a mono-cultural world, and a poignant good-bye to Rwanda written as she left to begin her college studies.…

Language of Hope

Reprinted with permission from Salim J. Munayer. Dr. Munayer is the Director of Musalaha, which is a Christian ministry of reconciliation in Jerusalem. As a staff we have been reflecting on the current war in Gaza and the reactions of those in our communities, some who have been involved in reconciliation and some who have not. The last cycle of violence has affected our societies; some feel betrayed, some are depressed, and others feel their principles have been compromised. Some are…

Being Sustained by God and His People

Missions seems to run in my family.  I feel that I can relate to how Luke Skywalker must have felt about the force… my parents have it, my sisters have it, my church has it.  For as long as I can remember, I have been surrounded by people who take time to love their neighbors, both near and far.   Through my family and Friendswood Friends church, I have had the opportunity to take part in many acts of service and…

LIFE WAS GOOD, OR SO WE THOUGHT

Christi and I are proud members of Friends Church and blessed by the relationships and lessons we feel we have learned during our time as members of the church. Christi and I are from Brenham, Texas and were wed just a week after graduation from Texas A&M University. Following our wedding we started our life together as a military family.  14 years and 10 moves later we found ourselves living in Friendswood.

Count Your Many Blessings

Many years ago a famous song evangelist was traveling with some missionaries through Africa. His assignment was to lead the praise-worship time before the missionary brought the sermon. The trip had been long. Heat and sickness had bothered the little team of itinerant travelers. The food was always of unfamiliar local flavors versus an American diet. Many nights they slept on cots or the ground. It had been a long time since he’d seen his family. He just wanted to…

Remembering a Lesson I Once Heard, before I Moved to Texas

I hear you teaching about Isaiah 49:16: “See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.”  I hear your passion as you draw the parallel between this verse and the cross.  I cannot deny that it is there, the dual reference to hands: the nails in His hands, the palms of His hands.  I see how it touches you, this parallel.  I hear your heartbreak over your sin; I hear your grief…

On Being Transformed

My spiritual life is usually a complete mess. I look at my bookshelves and marvel that anyone even attempts to write books about spirituality, all those pieces of paper bound together with string and glue, with all their chapters and subheadings and beginnings and endings and ability to be alphabetized.  All that cohesion. My spiritual journey is not so hygienic.  I experience an exasperating lack of linearity.  My road is more akin to an unpredictable wandering through Wonderland that refuses…

Waking

When Peter awoke on Thursday morning, he did not yet know. That night, he would eat torn bread and drink shared wine.  He would listen as Jesus predicted denial and betrayal, and he would stubbornly shake his head.  “Even if all fall away, I will not.”  He would use words like “never” and would make loud promises of certainty.  All his sentences would end in exclamation points. That night, he would see the weapons of Roman soldiers and temple police,…

i am

Your jubilant song to Moses: I AM WHO I AM.   “When they ask you my name, this is what     you will tell them,         this is what you will tell them,             tell my people I AM,                 I AM, I AM, I AM,” like the deep cadence of a chime answering itself in the canyons of deep desert.   You grieve in the face of slavery and move to intervene   …
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