Our Body Groans for Unity

Our Body Groans for Unity

n 2018, my husband and I baptized our 17-year-old son in the Red Sea at a dusty beach off the coast of Djibouti. One hundred meters behind us was the International Airport of Djibouti and the security fences of Camp Lemonnier, the American military base.  On that...
Faith in the Face of Bullet Fire

Faith in the Face of Bullet Fire

eep breaths, Beth.” I repeated the words as I stood above the hospital bed. “Deep breaths.”  I had met Joseph Ndekezi 12 years earlier when my life had already profoundly changed. Experiences of trauma in my own life, as well as my PhD in Psychology, had led me to...
Lo que las tinieblas no oscurecen

Lo que las tinieblas no oscurecen

n la noche sin luna del desierto a las afueras del pueblo chileno de San Pedro de Atacama, los ocho salimos con dificultad del auto, emocionados. De día, el Valle de la Luna exhibe un paisaje árido, como si fuera de otro mundo, y formaciones rocosas en un...
Lo que las tinieblas no oscurecen

What the Darkness Doesn’t Obscure

Read this Essay in SpanishLee este ensayo en español nto the moonless night of the desert outside the Chilean town of San Pedro de Atacama, our party of eight excitedly clambered out of the car. In the daytime, Valle de la Luna (Valley of the Moon) exhibits barren,...
Le banquet le plus nourrissant qui soit

Le banquet le plus nourrissant qui soit

umin. Cannelle. Cardamome. Curry. Coriandre. Toutes sortes de couleurs et de senteurs enveloppaient chaque ami qui passait la porte d’entrée de notre maison américaine, offrant bien plus qu’un repas à partager. Nous avions invité chacun d’entre eux pour faire...