Category: BLOG

  • when we have faces – Croatia in Focus

    It is a rainy afternoon and I am snapping photos from a little golf cart that tours Krakow, Poland. It has no sides but still shares the busy, traffic-jammed streets with real vehicles, leaving me with a feeling of vulnerability. I shiver and grasp my camera securely. The spring rain still has the bite of winter…

  • esther we are

    If not ME then WHO? If not NOW then WHEN? – – monica boseff on taking a stand against the issue of anti-trafficking  

  • a face in the trash

    It was Christmas morning 2000 and the apartment was quickly filling with people. There were gifts under the tree, two sweet toddler cherubs waiting for the big event, tummy tickling aromas coming from the oven, snow picturesquely falling in a gentle haze. All was as it should be. And, I? I was half submerged in…

  • the face of God

    A few years back, when Gorbachev and Reagan chatted over a wall that fell, the Soviet Union ceased to be and we brought out sketch pads and sharpened our pencils and carved the map of Europe into fields of responsibility for the Church of the Nazarene. We called them things like the CIS, which meant the…

  • no entry

    It begins where many of us would simply not dare to live. It begins with centuries of violence and disputes over political lines and ancient religious differences and deep-seated ethnic divisions. It begins with death on both sides of a border. And a breakaway republic that bravely declares itself its own, regardless of who may…

  • dancing shadow people

    I wore a terracotta skirt to the Tenabrae service. The long, flowing, Bohemian kind. The room was dark and the candles were lit and the shadows they made waltzed in the room. The people were quiet and the scriptures were read and the voices they cried were from another Garden. A night that reminds us…

  • reporter

    I have a reporter’s journal. I take it with me wherever I go with this crazy idea that I am somehow recording and reporting our history in Eastern Europe. Sometimes, a day in the life of a missionary is about recording and reporting and hoping and praying. I will need a new notebook soon because…

  • ‘traffik is gra…

    ‘traffik is graffic’ How do we change a perspective that sees a person as a commodity? Thank you, Stopthetraffikglobal for the reminder, ‘People shouldn’t be bought and sold’ and for this video, ‘that’s us. that’s we.’ Some of us live as consumers. Some of us live as the consumed. The great irony: in the end, all…

  • the making of a prostitute

    “The girls made cookies yesterday.” Bee tells me this as we chat. ‘The girls? Ohhh, THOSE girls.‘

  • do you choose to know?

    Oblivious? Sometimes ignorance is bliss and sometimes it is not. It really depends upon one’s perspective, does it not? Click on the Oblivious? link.