Throughout history, humanity has searched for meaning beyond itself. We have anchored our purpose in God, nature, destiny, and the great chain of being. Our impulse to survive and flourish feels innate because our Creator wove it into us. Remove the Creator from the equation, and the scaffolding of human purpose begins to wobble. Our…
I’ve often wondered why injustice thrives while truth and honesty remain dammed behind corruption, lies, and misdeeds — a barrier controlled by criminals guilty of horrific crimes against humanity. We long for justice; we crave the truth. Yet none dare throw the first stone, for beneath our polished exteriors lies the same shadowed humanity, the…
A few years ago, my RCA television remote stopped working. I went to the local market in Phnom Penh, where I knew that if I found one replacement, I’d find a hundred more piled high in baskets. Because of my poor eyesight, I prefer remotes with large buttons and clear letters. After some searching, I…
My years as a “missionary” were fascinating, filled with sorrow, challenge, and, at times, unexpected laughter. If you’ve read my writings, you know they often involve sad stories and moral dilemmas. Yet there were also moments when I couldn’t help but laugh at myself… or at the way my co‑workers and I interacted with the…
This is a piece I first wrote years ago, but its meaning has only deepened with time. It is not easy to revisit, nor is it easy to share. Yet silence—my silence—has shaped too much of the world around me. I am reposting this confession not to seek sympathy, but to remind myself and others…
There were times when my life felt suspended, as if the world itself had pressed “Pause,” just moments before disaster loomed and I could do nothing to stop it. One such moment came on May 17, 1968, as a Navy Corpsman with the Marines in South Vietnam during Operation Allen Brook. We walked into an…
We are born into stories—some whispered by parents, some sung in churches, some carried by nations. They shape us, but they do not define us. With time, we learn that truth is not fixed in the words of others, but discovered in the choices we make, in the compassion we extend, and in the responsibility…
Honduras is a Catholic nation, although it has many Christian missions as well. Most Hondurans are born Catholic and prefer to die Catholic; however, in between, they may take advantage of the Christian missionaries who make their money from converts by giving away free items in exchange for attendance. The priests, however, tend to be…
In the year 2000, I was working with an HIV and AIDS prevention organization in Cambodia. The epidemic was accelerating, and the solution seemed straightforward: distribute condoms and teach people how to use them. Teams fanned across the countryside with boxes of condoms, demonstrating their use on bananas. We returned home satisfied with our work.…
As a species, we have repeatedly acted on inherited prejudices, convincing ourselves that certain groups are somehow less human, less deserving of dignity—or even of life itself. In doing so, we have committed atrocities while telling ourselves they were necessary, justified, or deserved. The dehumanization that precedes genocide, the racial hatred that fuels violence, the…