The faces of Philadelphia

The other night, as I was driving home from my friends’ house, way too late, reality smacked me in the face like a 2×4.   You see, I have no rose-colored glasses when it comes to what goes on in the city.  I know that, on a Friday night at 4 AM, there are aContinue reading “The faces of Philadelphia”

More questions than answers

I am becoming consumed with human trafficking.  I want to make a difference.  I want to be a part of helping to set the captives free.  I have a lot of ideas to help families get out of poverty so that they have an option other than selling their children into slavery.   What perplexesContinue reading “More questions than answers”

Unsettled

A question was asked today on Anne Jackson’s blog…would you die for someone’s freedom?  My answer to this question is, I believe, the root of my unsettledness.   I remember being seven years old, sitting on the olive green wool rug in my room when I first had a dream of being a missionary.  I’veContinue reading “Unsettled”