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January 19, 2017

I see the moon and the moon sees me

The moon sees someone that I can’t see

God bless the moon and God bless me

God bless the someone that I can’t see

I sung this lullaby to my children and as they are grown and living elsewhere I often look up at the moon and same a prayer...

January 18, 2017

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I washed his dark skinned feet and wiped them with the scarf wrapped around my neck.  Albert, an African American pastor struggled to contain all that was at work in that moment.  I apologized.  Representing white America, I apologized fo...

January 18, 2017

His eyes were set deep in his skull with high cheek bones and a strong jaw line.  He had strong features that demand attention and strike fear in suspicious people.  My prejudice told me that I would be terrified if I met him on a city street at night.  Tattoos line bo...

January 18, 2017

I come from a family of card players. Not gamblers, just basic card games. When our friends and families got together, we always ended up playing Hearts, or Spades, or Gin, Gin Rummy, 500, Euchre or even double-bid Euchre. Hearts has been my family's favorite—my dad is...

January 18, 2017

The more I travel to India, the more I realize how similar people are everywhere in the world. Almost everyone wants simple answers that are quick and painless. Sometimes our medical team gets discouraged because most of the villagers just want a prescription for pills...

January 18, 2017

“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you.”

I recently had a conversation about what this verse means exactly. How do you honor an aging father that isn’t taking care of himself? How do you treat him with d...

January 18, 2017

Traditionally the firstborn Indian son cares for his mother in her old age. When he marries, he and his new wife often move in with his parents to live the rest of their days together. I have heard it said that an Indian woman receives her identity first from her fathe...

January 18, 2017

The slums of Calcutta were like nothing I have experienced before. It had rained quite a bit before we got there, and the mud and slime that coated everything contributed to the dreary, oppressed atmosphere. Finding a place to set up a temporary medical clinic is diffi...

January 18, 2017

Denial

ad-ap-ta-tion: (noun) a change in which an organism or species becomes better suited to it’s environment

Humans have the amazing physical, psychological, and emotional capability to adapt to change. These adaptations can help us grow stronger and healthier in all...

January 18, 2017

Naked and Unashamed

I visited a village just outside Chennai to see if it was a good place to build a school for Dalit children. When we first drove up to the village, it looked nearly abandoned. A local woman leader excitedly grabbed me by the hand and started screamin...

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