ODJ: the bedrock

Our recent move to the countryside has been an adventure in many ways. The stars are amazing in the open sky, bugs and spiders exist in abundance and water from a well tastes pretty good. Recently my son’s friend was visiting from the city and we explained to him how our well works. My husband and I both paused as we considered how it symbolised a spiritual truth. The work crew had drilled down

ODJ: the one who sees

I recently stumbled across an online thread titled “I Am So Freaking Tired of Being Hurt.” It’s part of a website that invites people to share difficult life experiences such as battling cancer or facing a marriage crisis.

Hagar certainly could have added her life story to this thread (Genesis 16:1-6). As an Egyptian slave girl, she already lived a difficult life. She was essenti

The Kite's Master

By Kristine Dichoso Hubilla When Jesus preached during His…

ODJ: abundance

The other day I took my son to a baseball batting cage and paid for eight sets of 25 pitches. To our pleasant surprise, when the round finished, the balls kept coming—and coming. The machine had malfunctioned and as a result it kept delivering an abundance of pitches. This reminded me of the time a friend’s 5 year old daughter woke up and said, “Last night I had the best dream. I w

ODJ: Shepherd in the shadows

A fretful parishioner once came to a famous preacher’s office, feeling disturbed and frightened. “Two men are following me everywhere I go”, she said. Because he was aware of the woman’s overactive imagination, the preacher said kindly, “Oh, I know exactly who these men are.” “Who?” she asked. “They are goodness and mercy”, he replied.

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ODJ: breaking bread

Several years ago, a friend and I were dining in a restaurant’s outdoor seating area. As we neared the end of our dinner we noticed a man watching us from the pavement. His clothes were dirty, his face haggard. He walked up to us and with a cracked voice said, “When you finish your meal, if you have any leftovers, would you mind if I ate them?” We invited him to sit down, and we asked the

ODJ: waking to our hunger

When our boys come home from school or return to the house from playing, they utter predictable words amidst moans: “I’m starving. I’m going to die if I don’t eat”. They descend on me and my wife like vultures, insisting they’ll keel over at any moment if food doesn’t arrive. Usually, however, as we list the healthy snacks available to them (nuts, fruit, yogurt), they brush each poss

ODB: Food In The Cupboard

My friend Marcia, the director of the Jamaica Christian School for the Deaf, recently illustrated an important way to look at things. In a newsletter article she titled “A Blessed Start,” she pointed out that for the first time in 7 years the school began the new year with a surplus. And what was that surplus? A thousand dollars in the bank? No. Enough school supplies for the year? No. It was

ODJ: remember

Last week I took my adopted son Wasswa and his buddy Joseph (whom my friends adopted from Ethiopia) to the beach where I grew up in Florida. Watching the boys as they splashed in the gulf, played in the sand and curiously poked at a dead jellyfish that had washed up on the shore, I marvelled at God’s work in their lives.

Both boys had traumatic beginnings. By the age of four, whil