In my travels around the world, I've witnessed excruciating suffering and pain. When I see a baby dying in Mathare Valley slum of Nairobi, Kenya for lack of a $20 medication, I don't think about painting a picture. I just need to get the money to the child's parents so she can see a…Read more Can Art Change the World?
Please consider my good friend Bonnie’s invitation and read her story, written from the front lines of human trafficking…
Hello my fellow travelers. Tonight I’m writing with a dark invitation.
But first, please forgive my long, long silence. It has been a season of “overwhelmed” for me, but that is not necessarily a bad state… for a season. There are lessons to be learned in every state and season, and I pray for the wisdom to be an attentive student. One of the good aspects of my season of overwhelmed was lots and lots of work at the office. And while that work is, in itself, quite ordinary writing, design work and other such tasks, it is done in support of a little band a brave people who are on the front lines of freeing victims of human trafficking.
Which brings me to that invitation…
We hear a lot these days about sex trafficking. It is unimaginably horrific, and I rejoice that many of my colleagues in other cities…
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I hope that the writing of Bonnie Wellensiek will challenge and inspire you as much as it does me. She is currently serving in South Asia with International Justice Mission: http://www.ijm.org.
I was ticked. Flat-out mad. And just a little freaked-out.
It wasn’t the money – that was little enough. It was the…the injustice of it!
Finding an auto-rickshaw to take me home after work was a nightly challenge. The neighborhood where I was staying until recently was not far from the office, but just far enough that those auto drivers who would stop at all after dark sometimes flatly said “no” and drove off, and those who agreed to take me generally charged nearly double what they would during the day. Honestly, even the special “you’re-obviously-not-from-around-here” price (about 100 rupees) was still less than $2 and I was eager to get off the street and safely home, so I often agreed without argument.
That night I was relieved when an auto finally stopped. I explained, with my rudimentary language skills, where I was going, and he told me it would…
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During a raid two months ago in India, rescuers invaded a room crowded with 36 women enslaved in the sex industry. Within moments of entering, they heard strange noises just on the other side of a wall. They searched for an opening, but there were no windows or doors. Finally they tore down a section…Read more Freedom Sunday
I am the two-faced lover of the developing world, the smiling maiden offering a delicacy secretly laced with poison. With one breath, I nurture and I kill. I demand whole-hearted devotion. They come to me in droves as I freely flow, offering daily obeisance in the washing of clothes and communal bathing. From first waking…Read more A Tameable Beast in Haiti
Horror still clutches my heart like an apparition from beyond the grave. “It is over,” Kenyan President Kenyatta assured the world on Tuesday. Some of the perpetrators are dead. Hopefully the rest are amongst eleven people detained in a sweep of Kenya’s exit points. And yet the echoes of their evil acts reverberate long after they…Read more Let It Be Me – Response to Terrorism in Kenya
Kenya, 2001 (somewhere near Nairobi's second largest slum) Blinking in the transition from blazing equatorial sunlight to sacred shadows, we hesitate in the foyer. The sanctuary stretches before us, an ordination service for new Sisters already in progress. Rows of simple benches packed to capacity march along concrete floors. I spot an open space in…Read more Offering – Pondering the Lives of Mother Teresa Sisters