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Naomi’s Village: A Six-Year Tribute

Let me share today, before these near-perfect moments pass, when God’s power has seemed to shimmer with the unfading certainty of the daily sun, what the early years of Naomi’s Village have meant to us. And let me use heart words mostly, because the flat and factual kind will surely...

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Sparkle

Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by the accidents of time, or place, or circumstances, are brought into closer connection with you. – St. Augustine The Great Rift Valley, a geographical feature spanning almost 4,000 miles and portions of both...

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The Price For Turning Back

My mind returns often lately to a vision of slow moving waves ebbing back and forth, blanketing warm brown sand. As I look on calmly, my perspective narrows, becoming almost microscopic, and I begin to catch that heavenly sound, perfectly paced, as the celestial rhythm of God washes over each...

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A Very Cornerstone Christmas

“Long lay the world in sin and error pining. 
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.” All the preparations had been made, and now all we had left to do was wait. The Cornerstone parents would soon start streaming through the school gate to receive their family’s Christmas...

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Christmas Seeds

Salome had grown up hard as one of six children of Eunice, a woman living near the poverty stricken town of Maai Mahiu, Kenya. After giving birth to a son at 18, Salome bounced around from town to town, and by 26 was a mother of 4 kids. Eunice recalled...

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For Hope Awiti: A Lament

Hope Awiti. Her name itself is a juxtaposition between the Way It Ought to Be and the Way It Really Is, a nod at the shred of hope that stands boldly in the face of injustice and tells it to back down, that things should be different, that we’ve gotten...

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Sacred

A tear formed in the corner of both eyes almost simultaneously, without her making a sound. She stood stock still in front of me, a diminutive version of her beautiful mother across the desk. I had asked her gently to open her mouth, stick out her tongue, and allow me...

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The God Who Sees

Bob began telling the story, the one I’ve heard hundreds of times, and told as many times­­–our story, my story. I listened and heard again how we found ourselves visiting Kenya in 2003 and then, after several short-term trips, we made Kenya our home in 2008. That led to the beginning...

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Peace Beyond a Terrible Election

The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral. Returning violence with violence only multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. – Martin Luther King, Jr. …you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings. – Isaiah 58:12b...

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