By Vera Mielke I met her on one of my very first shifts on the ward. She was a translator serving with Mercy Ships. Her name was Judy Ben. From the moment we met there was a connection between us. As I sit here in my cabin in reflection, I remember that day as if … Continue reading With a Name: Mercy Ships in Africa
By Caroline Crawford Continued from The Forgotten: An Outcast in India (Pt. 2) : Moseleb died. I don’t even know how else to put it. He died the day after I saw him and I don’t know why. I don’t get it and my heart hurts… a lot. I went to the leper colony on … Continue reading The Forgotten: An Outcast in India (Pt. 3)
By Caroline Crawford Continued from: The Forgotten: An Outcast in India (Pt. 1) Two days later we were back at the leper colony. I was all excited to go visit my friend, to continue to sit with him. I had learned that his name is “Moseleb” but most people in the colony simply call him … Continue reading The Forgotten: An Outcast in India (Pt. 2)
By Caroline Crawford They are the ones that Jesus came for- to love, to save, to sit with, and to touch. They are the outcasts, the voiceless, the untouchables of this world. Those are His heart’s love. When you find yourself in one of those moments where you are able to sit with one of … Continue reading The Forgotten: An Outcast in India (Pt. 1)
By Jeff Goins, Editor I had a conversation with a friend from high school a few months back. He was telling me how he was working hard to ascend the corporate ladder in his company. He told me that there’s a lot of money out there, and he wanted his chunk. I think he even … Continue reading Share the Wealth: Being someone’s miracle
By Jeff Goins, Editor How do you process something like that? Paul asked, not really wanting an answer. He didnt get one. I stared out the window, feeling helpless. So many questions loomed in my mind – what is love, and how do I show it to someone with a physical need that I cant … Continue reading Pools of Blood: Learning Compassion in Conflict
By Ben Girdler 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4. The little screen in front of me reads 84 RPM. My mind and legs settle on that cadence. 1,2,3,4, 1,2,3,4 1,2,3,4. My mind and body are now fixed on this count, this rhythm; it is cathartic. In this rhythm, all seems right. There is no work, no school, no … Continue reading Rhythm of Life
By Sara Shelton Two years ago I achieved my first significant goal: I graduated from college. Now, to the everyday 22 year old this probably doesn’t seem like a big deal; thousands of them do it each year. But to a lifelong bookworm and over-achiever like myself, becoming a college graduate is the milestone I … Continue reading Who I Am: A twenty-something’s struggle with identity
By Mariah Secrest My city of Tucson is like most cities of any substantial size, spread out into distinct areas in a veritable demographic paint-by-number. There’s the kooky, intellectual university downtown area, the rich yuppie foothills area, the clean, safe family suburbs of the northwest (where my two other single 20-something roommates and I live … Continue reading The Strangers Next Door: The refugees of Tucson
By Casey Milleson I’ve touched the faces of AIDS victims, held the hands of orphans, and danced with widows. Sometimes I am amazed by the choices I make. I have been around the world twice to Africa and seen the heartache but because I am here and not there I am apathetic toward the suffering … Continue reading Apathy Towards Suffering: Why America?