• 28
  • Nov
  • 2016

to dream again

One of the things that our team gets asked the most is this: “We don’t feel called to adopt.  We don’t feel called to be missionaries. But what can we do to make a difference?  What can we do to help?”
We understand.  With all our hearts, we do.  We’ve been there. It’s so easy to look beyond our four walls and feel like the needs of the world are just so vast, so utterly overwhelming.  It’s sometimes easier to just pretend that the harshness of this life doesn’t exist.
How can myRead more

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  • 02
  • Sep
  • 2016

Rehab’s Corner Coming Alive!

Dust and banana trees.
That’s all that was on the plot of land high on a hill on the outskirts of Kampala, Uganda.  Then God spoke something into existence: Rahab’s Corner.  Place of safety.  Place of salvation.  Place of a second chance at a new life.
A beautiful roof caps off living quarters.  Just a few more buildings to go, and by this fall, beauty for ashes.  In more ways than one!

It will be a far cry from the slums from where many of the girls have come.  Modest by American standards, yet luxury to aRead more

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  • 19
  • Jan
  • 2016

I am the woman at the well

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Romans 3:23
Serving vulnerable people around the world may result in us Americans being placed in a position of power, righteousness, and superiority.  None of those adjectives are consistent with serving like Jesus did.  Jesus, who was sinless and yet became fully human to experience all of the sin, loss and pain of his people.  Jesus, who sat with the tax collectors and prostitutes and Samaritans and thieves and the so-called woman at the well.  Jesus, who died for me while yetRead more

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  • 18
  • May
  • 2015

Bringing Hope to Rahab’s Corner

Little in life can prepare you for the stories of the women and girls of Rahab’s Corner.  While we sit in our safe homes, thousands of miles away, or perhaps just a few miles away , girls are being hurt.  Girls who do not know they have value; girls who have never known the meaning of true love. The Rahab’s Corner staff has spent significant time in the slums of Kampala, hearing life stories and getting to know the women and girls who are being prostituted.  Their hearts are broken. …

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  • 08
  • May
  • 2015

On hearing . . . {Part 2}

It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong, isn’t it?  In planning one of our trips to Uganda, I was wrong.  I thought that the people we hoped to serve needed a medical/dental clinic.  They needed us to bring US doctors and dentists to see them and provide free health care, even if for a day.   They needed to be treated for any number of ailments and we were just the people to do so.
Except for that God didn’t bring any doctors to our mission trip team.  He didn’t provide a dentist.  He didn’t open theRead more

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  • 16
  • Apr
  • 2015

Broken Dreams and Glass Houses

I don’t remember when, as a young woman, I first understood what it meant to be a prostitute.  I’m guessing I was in my upper teenage years before I really focused on it . . . because, why would it otherwise come up?  I do recall thinking that it didn’t make any sense to sell your body and . . .  ewww.  Who would do that?
In my late 20s, I participated in a leadership program that took me on month long travels through Europe.  As a part of this program, I spent some time in Amsterdam where one evening, weRead more

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