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The Cost of Love

My favorite day of the week in Nuba is Friday, because in the afternoon the children celebrate that they have survived one more week. They take time to play, sing, dance, and just hang out. Today, they went all out, showing me many of their native dances. The tall, strong boys wore sheaves of bells tied…

Our Father’s Cleft Motto

In the 130-degree-heat morning after a particularly brutal night of bombing, the teachers of Our Father’s Cleft (OFC) invited me to their staff meeting. Because of the extra expenses brought on from the heavy bombardment of the last few months, I knew the leaders of OFC had gone through the cash we left them last time…

Lidia

A Year in the Life

  I was ambushed by love at church in Nuba. Lidia flogged me from behind shouting, “Kambalee! Kambalee, my sister, you have returned to me!”   I first met Lidia last year at Yida, the last-stop refugee camp in South Sudan—a barren stretch of desert. She’d told me she was from the Nuba Mountains of Sudan, and how…

Coffee, Oil of Olay, and Other Necessities of Life

Lual Atak, Romano, Eugenio, Ezekiel, and Dr. Allen left Nuba Mountains last Sunday, beginning their long journey home. They have spouses, young children, and ministries waiting on them. Originally, I was to go with this team who came in with me. However, as the days—and nights—wore on several things bore down upon me, calling me to…

Life May Be Like a Box of Chocolates, But Your Faith Shouldn’t Be

“Life is like a box of chocolates.” The famed line from “Forrest Gump” has become something of a mantra for our culture. Life is like a box of chocolates. You may not know what you’re getting out of it, but whether it’s filled with coconut or caramel, it’s still chocolate. As problematic as that worldview…

A Nighttime Rap on My Tent

There’s a fierce wind tonight. Clouds have come in, but it is not the season of rains. Instead this wind carries great veils of sand that furrow in the hairs of my body, between my toes, under my nails, and in the sockets of my eyes. Knowing the thin mesh would strain at least a…

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