Correspondent Fred de Sam Lazaro provides an illuminating view of the war in Congo and profiles Heal Africa, a pioneering hospital in this besieged region, confronting the immeasurable toll on women from rape, brutal violence, and obstetric fistula.
Just about everyone has experienced the particular brand of awkward silence that follows an exchange like this: You meet someone, start chatting and eventually ask an innocent question like "What does your husband do?" only to be met with a flat, "Oh, we're divorced."
We cannot afford to be immobilized by the loudest voices among us and we cannot afford to refuse to see reality as it is presented to us. We can refocus the lens and return to love if we choose to do that.
Have you found yourself in a valley pursuing another elusive dream? It overwhelms me to consider how deep one man can go, when the world around us says, "Give up, quit, stop digging; there is no way this will ever come true."
Over the years as a community pastor, like most pastors, I attended to death, funerals and grieving in my town. Over the years, many times, the grieving would pull me aside and say, "Preacher, I had this dream..."
When I hear people sermonize while using phrases such as "spiritual war" and "father of lies," I am reminded again of what drove me to write "Of Little Faith." It's the conviction of these people that stirs my ire.
If everything in life was laid out and known in advance, if everything was already understood and nailed down, static and immobile and sure, then there could be no novelty or pleasant surprises. There would be no room at all for creativity, originality, innovation, or adventure.
Sometimes it is very hard to have faith. The wounded part of ourselves is always devoted to controlling the outcome of things, so when things do not turn out the way we expected, we tend to feel abandoned by God.