I can’t

I can’t. His quick, interrupting answer took me a little off guard. I hadn’t finished my question and he had only begun to guess what it was that I would ask. I knew better than to ask what it was that he thought he couldn’t do. I also knew that he … There's More →


The Missionary and the 10 fold Church: A True Allegory

allegory |ˈalɪg(ə)ri|noun ( pl. allegories )a story, poem, or picture which can be interpreted to reveal a hidden meaning, typically a moral or political one: Pilgrim’s Progress is an allegory of the spiritual journey.• a symbol. Though written as an allegory, sadly the following account is not at all symbolic. Once upon a time a missionary preached on the miracle of … There's More →


Comme Si, Como What? English please.

Basically every night our supper table turns into a hodgepodge of languages. Up until recently it just ping-ponged from English to Portuguese, and whenever it got too far over to the latin side, I would come in sounding very authoritative. English please. We’re speaking English right now. When one starts … There's More →


What God’s Doing in Northern Portugal

While what you read below isn’t all that God’s doing in northern Portugal, it gives you a little idea about what has gone on with our family and ministry lately. I wish that I could share more, but just know that His unseen hand is ever-present. Family It’s been a … There's More →


The House of the devil

I apologize for the prolonged absence on the blog. We have been moving to a new house, and at the very same time, my computer decided to blow its logic board. I’m still awaiting its return, but was able to post from the iPad today. A few weeks ago as … There's More →


Coaching and Preaching

Everybody on this side of the ball needs to drive his man to the sideline, and everybody on this side of the ball needs to drive his man to the other sideline! As much as I tried to explain, they just weren’t getting the concept. After a few repetitions it still wasn’t clicking, so I went … There's More →


Lean into it

He holds his hands up, just above his head, palms skyward as he walks to the car. His head already wet from the morning cow-lick correction, he just wants to feel the rain on his palms. It’s better that way. It makes sense when you’re six. He finally relents and … There's More →


#1 Thing I Don’t Miss

On our way back to the house after a few hours on the beach, Michael and I were talking about how cool it is to slip away on a Monday morning to lay in the sun on a deserted beach.  It takes us about 8 minutes to get there.  It’s … There's More →


Ministry and blessings

You ever set out to be a blessing and just keep getting blessed in return? It’s like a constant reminder that it really is better to give than to receive. Because when you give, in so many other ways, you’re really receiving. This past weekend, Nina and I traveled to … There's More →


Humbled by Generosity

I was on the phone helping a friend schedule appointments in the States when the email arrived. The notification flashed across the screen and was gone. All I saw was Paypal. Like a best seller around a librarian, that kind of email doesn’t stay unread for long. So I swiped … There's More →


3 Things Every Missionary Should Know

Long before a missionary ever arrives on the foreign field, years of investment and preparation have already gone into the work. Statistics tell us that on average, it takes a missionary family 3-5 years to raise the necessary support to sustain them and a church plant on the foreign field. … There's More →


Perelhal, Portugal – Where we live

This post is for FringeGirl, who recently wrote about where she lives. I’m not trying to copy her or out-do her. She encouraged me to write this. Her father is Portuguese, and I would love to meet him one day.   Widows walk the cobblestone roads in all black where … There's More →


The gym is a lot like the church

I went to the gym today and while I didn’t see this guy…. I did see plenty of people with almost equally terrible form. People who were just checking the box of going to the gym. Or, maybe people who have never been taught how to properly perform certain exercises. … There's More →


Dill or Deli

“Pastor Meeeshael?” inquired the voice on the other end of my cell phone. “Michael, sim.” I declared, wondering exactly who was calling and why. And, like a racehorse, she was off. Marilena (I found out her name at the very end of the conversation) with full force began winding me … There's More →


The Best of…February

Nina started her blog, Portugal Bound, waaayyy back in 2007. It has gone through stops and starts and several iterations. With the increasing popularity and ease of Facebook along with the challenge of 5 kids in school, the ministry…etc, blogging has stopped being as much of a priority as it … There's More →


Third Culture Kids – A quick primer

Hi. My name is Michael, and I’m from Alabama. My story is simple. I was born and raised in Birmingham. I lived there until I went off to college. After graduation I returned. It’s where my parents and in-laws live and even though it’s not where I live, it’s where … There's More →


Taking a Copy

“What took you so long in there?” I asked Brooklyn after I came to a complete stop so she could get in the van. I was in the middle of the 2nd point of a 3 point turn when she began to tap on the window for me to open … There's More →


Simple Act of Kindness

I certainly don’t claim to be an expert in Portuguese culture, but what I’ve learned is this: women greet most people with two kisses.  Right cheek, then the left. This goes for a women greeting a man or a another woman in a casual setting of course. I don’t walk … There's More →


Reverse Culture Shock – On Foreign Soil

We, my American friend and I, arrived at the fancy Holiday Inn Continental in beautiful Lisbon, Portugal.  It was a 3 hr drive from my small, not so fancy village.  I was glad it wasn’t further.  Gas and tolls are crazy expensive. Glittering lights, fancy marble work and a very … There's More →


Não Sou Fadista (I’m Not a Fadista)

Meet Marla Amastor, the resident fadista at La Tasca Restaurant where Nina and I celebrated Valentine’s Day. I wrote about our outing with Tapas and Fado yesterday and promised to “review” the second part of our date that consisted of the performance. Go there first and read about the Tapas … There's More →


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