Kate Kleinsasser

It’s a rainy evening in Victoria square, the center of Athens. The lights on the trees outside my window look like they fell out of the sky and plastered on the skinny little trees lining the square. I’ve dried the orange slices and hung them over the doorway, and when I have a spare baking… Read more

I looked deep into her eyes yesterday. She is just a wisp of a little girl, but holds the heaviness of the world in her eyes. She mutters under her breath about knives and death, and is constantly trying to steal more food off the platters. Yesterday it was the bread from the communion platter… Read more

For we are the circumcision, who worship by the Spirit of God and glory in Christ Jesus and put no confidence in the flesh— though I myself have reason for confidence in the flesh also. If anyone else thinks he has reason for confidence in the flesh, I have more: circumcised on the eighth day,… Read more

I’m sitting cross legged on my leather couch trying to abate a bout of nausea and musing about heaven. Our air conditioner is working overtime these days with temperatures as hot as 110 F. Wildfires are raging in many locations in Greece. Today I noticed tiny flecks of ash on our balcony, and there has… Read more

I looked into the face of my friend as she exhorted the woman across from us in French. We had brought a homeless lady in and sat around my table in the early afternoon, searching for answers for the crisis she was in. I picked up parts of the conversation as my friend physically demonstrated… Read more

It’s a lovely morning in Victoria Square, and the sun is shining beautifully on all the apartment buildings across from my seat at my dining room table. We’ve come through all the cookies and turkeys of Christmas week, and settled into a more rigorous schedule of planning and goal setting for 2021. All that has… Read more

In between large mugs of fresh mint tea and a positive Rona test, I have been reading the meaty goodness of Ravenhill and Elliot and letting their old, simple wisdom convict and refresh my perceptions. One thing is clear, our missionary endeavors have drastically changed as technology has advanced and we’ve been able to board… Read more

My deepest wish for the ones who have lost everything is that I could give them what I had when I was five years old, sitting on the back bench of a farmhouse kitchen eating “dippy” eggs and toast from fresh wheat bread. We used to ground the wheat berries fresh and mix the bread… Read more

Have you ever wondered how the women Israelites felt when they heard the thunder of their captors pursuing them and the roar of water before them? I can hear them scream in fear over the miracle of dry land to walk on ahead of them and tremble as they gazed at a wall of water… Read more

 It has never been easier to make our voice known on a public platform. Historically, one had to possess some trace of charisma, respect, or social etiquette to be heard by a demographic of people that chose to listen. Today we can expose our opinion to the general public in just a click, however accurate… Read more