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Stripped of Innocence
“Last year, when I started my social work career, I was so nervous to come into the streets and meet these children, a community known for their gang violence and excessive drug use. Laura, I am truly...
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Jesus in the Slums
I love comfort. Comfortable clothes, comfortable bed, comfortable conversations… I love it all. But it’s hard to love comfort and love Jesus. I think following Jesus is far from comfortable. The...
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Why don’t I cry?
My first week walking through Kibera was filled with the constant smell of feces and body odor, the sounds of roosters crowing and shouts of “mzungu!”, sights ranging from a kid pooping on the side of...
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Goodbye Peter
It was the most I’ve ever wept after writing something. It was June of 2010. Little Peter, an orphan with muscular dystrophy at Romaniv Orphanage, had officially been adopted in Zhytomyr, Ukraine. I...
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Standing By
I’ve had a chance to read a lot this summer. Plenty of books are downloaded on my phone so during breaks at school I’ve gone through several free classics. I’m no superhero or glamorous protagonist by...
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A God Thing
One man’s dependence on God, and the organization that emerged from his faithfulness by Brad Miller I sat across from Pastor Esperandieu Pierre in a spacious, nicely air-conditioned boardroom. The...
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Looking Ahead
The air was thin, the wind was freezing, and my body was exhausted. We had been trudging up the side of Mount Kilimanjaro’s peak in the dark for almost five hours. Trying to remember to put one foot...
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The Love of Strangers
I walked quickly to the Mission to Ukraine office this morning, having taken a little too much time finishing my coffee, feeling the bitter cold on my cheeks as winter slowly descends on this small...
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Dr. Bashek
I pulled the sleeves of my sweater down around my hands and jammed them into the pockets of my jeans. Through the window it looked like spring, but stepping outside, I remembered that we’re well...
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Occupational Therapy Rocks!
I was on a flight from Shanghai to Los Angeles some time ago, and found myself sitting next to one of the only other Westerners on the flight, an Occupational Therapist from Melbourne, Australia. Not...
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