The Widow’s Pot

I’m not sure why she comes to mind.  It was more than eight years ago. We’ll call her Hepzibah. Covering her head with her scarf, Hepzibah bowed to pray.  She knelt upon a mat covering the dirt floor of a small and rickety church building.  The church stood in the middle of a slum area…

Brutal Beast

We recently traveled back to the Philippines for a few weeks.  Walking down the streets and through the slums, the sights took time to process again.  No matter how many times I see poverty and the suffering that is a result, my mind recoils and a shock wave courses through me.  The feelings are compounded…

The Fight

Boarding a plane bound for the Philippines, I barely noticed her.  After squeezing into my seat and clicking the belt closed, a tiny voice said quietly, “Are you vacationing in the Philippines?”  She sat to my left.  Turning to answer her question was the beginning of a wonderful encounter. She was in her young 20’s,…

Beauty

For most of my adult life, I have wandered the world.  Over 30 years, I’ve seen the good in mankind.  As a charity worker, I have also seen the very worst. At the present, I live in the Philippines.  Today I walked through a slum where hundreds of families live in poverty.  The place was…