Back an Alley My first significant encounter with the paradox of faith or stupidity came back an alley in the middle of the city. I was fifteen. My youth group had driven in minivans into the city and back the alley. We were going to a soup kitchen, our vans laden with potato ham casserole, … Continue reading Faith or Stupidity
When I was small, My mommy would make our daily bread, Her loaves were round-topped Golden, delicious softness. But still, I liked it better to make my own, She gave a lump of dough, Showed how to sprinkle flour, Formed her large loaf. I formed mine. And when, all baked, the loaves came forth … Continue reading Not Kneaded
The first time I heard about the horror was in reading a Reader’s Digest article. On the cover of the story was a picture of young women looking bored sitting in market stall. Little did I realize that their blank faces masked so much pain! God, don’t let me forget them. Reach your love into their world.
The Reality of Victims
As many as a dozen young girls, some appearing to be eight or nine, paraded before the camera, smiling for their prospective customer, gathering around him like a group of excited little Girl Scouts trying to get a customer to buy cookies….I saw past the sick display of young girls brutalized into smiling for a chance to be sodomized. I had seen too much of this before. But I had never seen girls so young, eleven, ten, maybe eight. And then as the footage rolled forward I saw a tiny girl–no more than five years of age–held on the hip of another girl and pushed forward for sale. It was a horrible moment, captured in clear black and white and repeated in slo-mo.
Excerpt from Terrify No More, by Haugen & Hunter
In his book, Terrify No More, Gary Haugen recounts his experiences from rescuing…
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Written October 2015 I step outside the school, under a soot-shaded sky seeping rain. I hear sirens for the third or fourth time today. I am unsettled but not scared. I haven't broken the law; so, the sirens are not coming for me. They represent the powers that be that keep me safe. I could … Continue reading Give Me This City
written March 21, 2015 I am living a miracle, led by God's Spirit. Granted, I'm human. I get grumpy when I don't get my own way. I have jealous and ungrateful thoughts way too often. There are times I chafe under God's silence, seeking His Will and not seeing it. I wish that a thunderbolt, … Continue reading On His Mission