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Breathe
Posted Mar 09 in Articles by No Comments
After seeing a hut wreathed in smoke, I discovered a surprising new injustice in the mountains of Panama…
The Sleepover
Posted Mar 08 in Articles by No Comments
After spending a night at the NVM orphanage in Chambrun, I learned some startling truths about what it really means to be an orphan…
The American Dream
Posted Mar 05 in Articles by No Comments
In an interview with a Honduran immigrant, I discovered why an experienced medical technician is now putting on roofing tiles in the suburbs…
Where Are the Dudes?
Posted Mar 04 in Articles by No Comments
There are a LOT more girls involved in social justice than guys. Does someone want to explain why???
A Proper Burial
Posted Mar 02 in Articles by No Comments
By attending the funeral of an unwanted man, I saw how Karura Chapel is restoring dignity to their community in a radical new way.
Bright Flowers and Barbed Wire
Posted Mar 01 in Articles by No Comments
I don’t have the words to describe my first few days in Nairobi but I’ve decided that this image captures it… Bright flowers meet barbed wire.
Meet Peter
Posted Feb 27 in Articles by No Comments
At Romaniv Disabled Boys Orphanage, there is one story that breaks my heart more than the rest. The story screams of injustice. But yet again, in the most unlikely of places there are whispers of hope…
Romaniv Boys Orphanage
Posted Feb 26 in Articles by No Comments
Occasionally during intense or memorable experiences, you and I can have moments of clarity where we step back from what we are doing and realize, “I will remember this forever.” Well on Thursday I visited the Romaniv Boys Orphanage, and it was definitely one of those moments…
Hope is Born
Posted Feb 25 in Articles by No Comments
A baby born in rural Malawi. No doctor. No nurse. No hospital. Yet the simple beauty of a life newly formed brings a joy that can transcend culture…
Sewa Ashram
Posted Feb 23 in Articles by No Comments
A trip to Sewa Ashram, a shelter for the dying and destitute, reminded me of why I do what I do.