Month: February 2014

Angelina is seven years old and barely weighs fifteen pounds. Nelima is thirty years old and has watched AIDS claim all five of her children. She has no one to talk to, no one to laugh with, no one whose shoulder she can cry on, so she turns to alcohol to ease her pain. Her…

More than two weeks have passed since I wrote the last post about missions. I’d intended to write the follow-up within days of that post, but then the flu made its rounds through most of our family, one at a time. But the other part of the delay, plain and simple, was fear. And coincidentally,…