Judgment is the one sin everyone agrees they don't commit. Scripture says otherwise — and so does Yeshua.

Phoenix, 2015. A backpack, a Bible, and a theology the church forgot.

I bought a man two hot dogs and a gallon of water. He closed his eyes and thanked God for keeping His word. I walked back to my car a different person.

And I didn't have the decency to feel uncomfortable until later.

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.