Click on the faces below to read their personal stories of human trafficking, persecution, genocide, and yet, Hope.

 

Live from the Field: Stories of Hope

 

MWP Spring Newsletter in English AND Chinese!

Make Way Partners mission to go to the most vulnerable & least protected to end human trafficking & all forms of modern-day oppression. Our mission thrusts us straight into the heart of war, violence, corruption, and evil. Over the last fourteen years, we have learned that the cost of this is nothing less than everything. And…

Petr Jasek Set Free!

When I see this photo of Petr—taken while still in prison—I see a Free Man. I see a man of kindred spirit with the Apostle Paul—a man who surely experienced an ounce or two of suffering. It seems either of these men could have written the words Paul penned in Colossians 1, “Now I rejoice…

For My Valentine

The day we attribute to love, Valentine’s Day, all began with a priest during the Roman Empire who defied Emperor Claudius II. Claudius had declared single men would make better soldiers than those with wives and families; thus he outlawed marriage for all young men. Priest Valentine ignored the Emperor’s command and continued to perform…

Behold! the Leopard

Deep into the quarter-mooned night sweat dripped from our bodies like a leaking faucet nagging at you to call the plumber first thing in the morning. Hyenas yammered in the distance, digging a hollow sense of suffering in the marrow of our hearts as the faces of the orphans outside the safety of our gates flashed…

FIRST YEAR BOOK of South Sudan!

As I wrote yesterday, I have just returned from our most celebratory moment in the history of South Sudan history—the first graduation ceremony our region has ever known! In fact, more people attended our high school graduation than attended the recent national celebration of the world’s newest country in the capital, Juba. Click here to see the…

An Easter Sort Of Christmas

The first stone flew straight at her face so hard and fast she had no time to turn away. As blood flowed from her eye, a different sort of stone rolled across her heart—sealing in the death of hope and securing a tomb of pain. When Ayoub called me, we quickly agreed that we’d have to medevac…