All posts tagged: ethiopia

African Mother’s Day–Filling Empty Arms With Hope

Here are the people I know who are at the front-lines in Africa. They need us. They need me more than I need a Hallmark card or a fancy Mother’s Day brunch. I am a mother after all, and my arms cradled a starving infant and my heart burst with pain as I held the hand of a broken daughter. I cannot unsee what I saw and I will always tell the story.


If I’m Lucky To Be Alive, Well, I’m Screwed

Is it luck? People tell me I’m lucky. I hear it regularly. I’m lucky to be here, lucky to be alive, lucky to be walking. And it sort of makes me chuckle, because they never say I’m lucky to have my insides squashed and rearranged, or that I’m lucky to have had a titanium rod drilled through my leg bone, removed and another, bigger rod rammed through the same place. They never tell me that I’m lucky to have lost four days of my life while my family wondered and prayed and hoped for my survival. They never tell me that I’m lucky my kids faced the real possibility of losing their mom. They never tell me I’m lucky I was in desperate pain for months and unable to perform any normal tasks in my role as mom and wife. But yeah, I get all the lucky breaks. Others may see the results, me walking and living and enjoying life, and praise the unseen good-luck fairy. I know the process of my pain, and therefore …

The Story That Kept Me From Leaving Church For Good

Even after 40 years, I still have more questions than answers when it comes to church. I have a lot of hurt, too, that’s come from the hands of church leadership. Sometimes, like some of you, like Donald Miller (author of Blue Like Jazz) I might find reasons (quite easily, in fact) to not attend church very much. But my Ethiopian friend, Werku Gole, told a story that forever has kept me in church, not stuck there, but choosing to participate, to show up and carry my rock. When the communist regime was trying to flex their muscle in Ethiopia, many terrible things happened to Christians. First, all of the foreign missionaries were forced to leave the country – and take their Bibles with them. The Ethiopian believers had truly become dependent on the missionaries for all manner of instruction. Now, they had few Bibles in their own dialects (Amharic is the official language, but there are many tribal/regional languages) and a deficiency of leadership. Second, all Ethiopian Christians were supposed to denounce their silly …

The Advent Fulfilled: “Wait”lessness

Harry: So why don’t you tell me the story of your life. Sally: The story of my life? Harry: We got 18 hours to kill before we hit New York. Sally: The story of my life isn’t even gonna get us out of Chicago; I mean, nothing’s happened to me yet. That’s why I’m going to New York. Harry: So something will happen to you? Sally: Yes. (From When Harry Met Sally) We spend the majority of our lives waiting. Waiting for our ship to come in, for that call after the job interview, for the day we turn 16, for a driver’s license, for the labor to begin, for the baby to arrive, for enough time, for Friday, for our next vacation, for our lives to begin, even for our lives to end.