When one is oppressed, we are all oppressed. It's time to stand up for what is right.
I was scared to go, and I didn’t have the faintest idea how to be a protester. As my patient husband can attest, I’ve certainly ranted and raved at home about issues. But the most radical political act I’ve committed up until this week was to vote. Except for maybe when I adopted a Black…Read more The Day I Became A Protester
During this time when my world shrinks and my physical coming and going is limited by a Covid19 shelter in place to rooms in my house, my mind wanders to a place far away. Last November, I worshiped in a North Vietnamese church, so newly born it still glowed with the embers of its originating…Read more Tongues of Fire
Across the world, we assume we are so different. Separated by geography, customs, food, governments, and economic and class status. And then the unimaginable happens, chaos encompasses the globe in a universal experience. And we realize we have so much more in common than we ever imagined. Unemployment and scarcity, vulnerability to disease, loneliness, death.…Read more Across the World
In this time of global chaos and fear, I ask God to hide me in the cleft of His heart. There, my soul anchors into unchanging hope. And I pray His Presence will radiate through me into a desperate world. Exodus 33:22 When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock…Read more Hide Me in the Cleft
As I return home and ponder an amazing visit to Zimbabwe, I mourn the suffering of people we met even as I celebrate the strong sense of family caring for family that is intrinsic to Zimbabwe's culture. And I find great hope... (Note: names changed to protect privacy) Before I went, I knew from my…Read more Hope in Zimbabwe
By the time the park ranger warns against wearing red, it's too late. He tucks my friend in line right after him, hiding her bright shirt behind his camouflaged green. And his big gun. We hope it will be enough. We wind down a rutted dirt road, then veer off into the bush. Grass swishes…Read more When Tracking Rhino, Don’t Wear Red…