Eugenio and Boys Safe in Kenya!

Thank you for your prayers for the orphans and staff at Hope For South Sudan.  We just received word that MWP Sr. Field Coordinator Eugenio Kirima, Moses, and Lokolong made it safely to Nairobi! Please keep praying for Hope for South Sudan as the violence continues around them and for peace throughout South Sudan as the war…

War Closes Access to Hope for South Sudan Orphanage

Earlier this week, MWP Sr. Field Coordinator Eugenio Kirima flew to Hope for South Sudan to pick up Moses and Lokolong. Both boys display symptoms of infection – one with his ear and one with his eye. Recently we brought another young boy, Simplicio, to our Safe House in Kenya, who needed specialized treatment for a very similar…

The Amazing Journey to Healing and More Meaningful Relationships

Many of you have been praying over, financially supporting, and even serving in the MWP Faith, Hope, and Love Medical Network. Today, I want to share with you what I believe to be the single most important factor of this growing ministry: our partnership with Natural Lifemanship. As a survivor of three personal attacks during…

A 13 Year Old with a Story to Be Told

When I first began writing Passport through Darkness I remember listening to a publisher discourse on how he might market such a book. He said, “Certainly, we couldn’t class it as a memoir because you’re too young to write a marketable memoir.” My Appalachian father would have vehemently argued that case with him, as most of…

Filling Dangerous Holes with Love

St John of the Cross wrote, “Love is the measure by which we will be judged; where there is no love, PUT love.” Recently, as I lay in ICU riddled with pain and a difficult medical choice to make, the thought ran through my mind, “This is not a good day.” I willed myself to…

Death Mocking at Our Door

The news of death mocking at our door found me as I traveled some thousand miles from home last week. It has taken me the whole of the week—listening to the pounding of its disjointed rhythm—before I could cull out its message. Somewhere between 1 and 2 am Lual Atak called me, broken. I could barely…