Welcome To The Table

I was hired to photograph a hospital event. A little boy in a wagon smiled at me. A week later, Grandpa called with news that changed how I see everything.

Two serious theologians debated infant baptism for two hours at Orlando Grace Church. They were both right about the wrong thing. Meanwhile, CCV is handing out free gifts to first-time visitors and checking kids into classrooms like a theme park. Nobody's asking the harder question.

A dying man in a storage closet taught me more about faith than any church ever did. This is the story of Ralph.

Loaded up the truck and headed north with Lamont. Abandoned hotels, 1800s schoolhouses, a barn door opened ten thousand times by hands that are all gone now. This is what I chase.

I went to South Phoenix to photograph buildings. I met a young man standing by my truck instead. That conversation changed how I see people.

A young man out of jail kept telling me about someone named Albert. I stopped by the shelter to meet him. That visit changed the trajectory of my giving.