The poor will always be with you
A post by Peregrine Occasionally something happens in the basti that just so encourages and delights me as a picture of God's dream for the world, already happening in a place of "poverty". I was visiting a Muslim neighbor in her mud-floor hut, one of the poorest that I know well. She was having stomach …
A post by Peregrine It wasn't long after we returned back to India with our little Sakeenah that I had the realization that I'd been judging the traditional custom here of "peeing" babies. I'd seen mothers holding their tiny children in a squat over the drain outside, making a "shuuu shuuu" sound, and I thought …
A post by Peregrine Around 9th grade or so when we were starting to explore career options in school, I considered being an architect, then found creativity too stressful for me and went the route of engineering. My parents, who are both engineers, begged me to go the medical route instead, but I felt my …
A post by Peregrine As I was walking on a city street I saw a fight in progress. One man grabbed a long stick and chased another man to beat him. A third came in and also took a stick and started to beat the victim. My first thought was “Stranger uses his size to …
A post by Peregrine. Today I look back on it as my first of two Dark Night of the Soul seasons. At the time, I despaired my plummeting capacity to even be alive, my desperation for support, understanding, and air in the suffocating heat, my experience of myself as only a burden on those I …
