There are many things at the heart of injustice—but fear is definitely at the root.  Think about this: How often is fear the motivator of our actions?  So often, we have anxieties—big and small—that prompt the way we act and react to everyday circumstances.  How often do we choose our words or our actions according to what others will think of us or according to what may happen to us?  If we answered honestly, each of us is tempted with this—from the girl looking at her closet deciding what to wear in front of her peers, to the legislators who...

After coming home from Siem Reap and spending time there observing their night life and the interactions occurring between the people there my mind was paralyzed. Hannah and I found ourselves physically drained from the night for days after and not in a natural way. Our bodies and minds were run down from the spiritual heaviness.  Hannah is a woman of grace and she seemed to handle it better than I (That is something about her I always sit back and truly appreciate.) I on the other hand did not. My mind became a maze of thought trails that began to tangle with each other. Instead of...

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"Everything is beautiful, even when the tears are falling. I don't need a miracle to believe." There are days when all you see in life simply seems like more than you can handle. You feel so alone in your struggle, and all you can muster up among the tears is a weak mental cry to God to take away the pain in your heart and wrap his arms around you in the midst of a broken, loveless world. In these moments, the Holy Spirit comes, in ever his ever so gentle manner, and holds you close and renews your strength once more. Once more, he assures you that you are loved. Once more,...

Earlier this week I was sitting in our morning devotion and the little boy Huah who normally hangs out at the center came and sat on my lap. I was unpleasantly surprised by the stench of Urine when he sat on my lap. Huah is a typical dirty boy, always playing in the dirt and running around but that day was different, no kidding he smelt like straight urine. We decided that he needed a bath so my teammate Sarah and I got a towel and some Shampoo and then I picked him up and we headed for the shower area. Little Huah took his shirt off then being a modest mouse refused to take his pants off...

The darkness is overwhelming. As I stand on the rooftop of my hotel and gaze into the blackest night, I can see the fluorescent flashing lights and hear the THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of the music coming from five local brothels around me. As I gaze down on the rows of young women, most of them my age or younger, who are dressed up to be bought for sex, I hear the lyrics of the worship music playing behind me: Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me… My chains are gone, I’ve been set free, My God, my Savior has ransomed me, And like a flood, His...

     So, recently, our team has kind of "adopted" a cute, children's song most of you are probably familiar with, "This Little Light of Mine". We bust out in this song whenever we can… whether we are riding in the tuk tuk or attending Friday night worship at the center. We have begun creating our own verses, and I even find myself narrating my life to the tune of this song! ("Brushing my teeth in the morning, I'm gonna let it shine…" or "Riding in mr. Seng's tuk tuk, we're gonna let it...

  My team spent four days in Siem Reap this week as part of our midway debrief session.  It turned out to be a very interesting part of my week as the night life in Siem Reap holds much more activity than what I have witnessed in Battambang.  Sex tourism was evident in every direction I looked.  The best education I have received on sex tourism up to this point, I learned from a seventy-four year old man from Germany who had purchased a girl for the eight days that he would be in Siem Reap—and for some reason he decided to stop and talk to my teammate and I. ...