Kate Kleinsasser

I’m sitting here reveling in the beauty of an October morning in Athens. We came back from a conference yesterday and I piled my laundry into the bathroom, timed myself to put all our things away, and then sat in the bliss of my favorite place to be; our little apartment in Victoria. Almost every… Read more

It’s a late afternoon in October and I think this may be the most pleasant of all times and seasons. The golden light, rustling leaves, and cooling breeze is a balm to us heat scorched Athenians who’ve survived August and September in the concrete city. My baby is currently trying to eat leaves at my… Read more

I’m sitting here on a small balcony in a farming villa in Ephesus, Turkey. Yes, it’s the birthplace of the Ephesians so I am writing you an epistle from the saints who are at Ephesus. I woke up to a rooster crowing and on my morning walk passed tractor loads of villagers going out to… Read more

I’m sitting here at in my kitchen with a very hot cup of chai. A few large sprigs from a blossoming tree outside the city are gracing my kitchen table. My boy is due to be born in a week, so I’m bouncing away on the exercise ball as I type, hoping for signs of… Read more

Yesterday I was sitting with a group of wonderful people at a European Roundtable, a refugee ministry summit. I felt like I was sitting on holy ground as we went around the circle explaining where we were from and what God had called us to in relation to the recent tragic events in Afghanistan. The… Read more

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