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Recently, our family camped on the shores of Lake Titicaca. I sat on the pebbled beach to enjoy the view, and as the waves gently rolled back and forth, I was struck by the sound of tumbling rocks beneath the water—a quiet rumbling beneath the placid surface. It seems a fitting metaphor for Bolivia right now.
Read MoreI have recently rejoined our Word Made Flesh community in El Alto, Bolivia after a time of maternity leave and sabbatical.
Read MoreAt Christmas-time we remember the baby Jesus, but the nativity is not about warm fuzzies. It's love amidst fear, hope in despair, and light forcing back the dark - smirking faces and off-key voices, it's all a part of the Christmas story.
Read More“Sometimes,” she said, “You can come home from brothel visits and take it in stride. Other times, the harshness of what they face night after night, and how we can just walk away at the end of the visit, hits home and the gulf between us feels overwhelming.“
Read MoreWe walk into the first brothel; only red lights illuminate the shadows of utter darkness inside. The heavy smell of incense and alcohol, along with the pulsing music, adds to the stifling atmosphere. It’s hard to breathe in here.
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