A Dream, Hard Place, Middle East, Youth
Antidote for Nausea It had been rough going for nearly two hours. Cavernous potholes. Broken asphalt. Gritty litter. No shade in sight. We were sweating, despite the full-blast air con. Hundreds of smokestacks as far as the eye could see. An apocalyptic landscape. I...
Hard Place, Middle East, Values
I couldn’t help it. I burst into tears. Exactly a year ago in Iraq, our dreamer had shared the cruel facts filtering out. But now was the final blow. Their homes had been ransacked. And occupied by fighters. Their belongings dumped into the street. Two months before...
Accompany, Hard Place, Local Visionary, Middle East
The Desert Within… “Each one of us has a desert inside. An aching emptiness. A dry wasteland.” We sat next to a tent village overcrowded with families taking refuge from genocide. But our homeless Iraqi dreamer wasn’t just describing their agonizing...
Hard Place, Network, SE Asia
Good news comes in all shapes and sizes. A cold drink on a hot day. A square meal. A new pair of shoes. A visit by a good friend. A foot pump. An encouraging word…. Wait. Back up. A foot pump? Yes, that’s right. When that cool drink means scooping water up...
Hard Place, Local Visionary, Middle East, Recognize
After a two-day flurry of emails, phone calls, and text messages, David and I confirmed our maiden voyage to Iraq. Less than 48 hours after David had arrived back home from a trip, we were back on the road and on our way. Into the Unknown It didn’t really hit me...
