Español: Personas migrantes de Honduras, El Salvador y Guatemala haciendo fila para desayunar en el campamento temporal de la Ciudad Deportiva Magdalena Mixhuca de la Ciudad de México. English: Line of migrants from Honduras, El Salvador and Guatemala waiting for breakfast in Ciudad Deportiva Magdalena Mixhuca temporary camp, Mexico City.

How the caravan got to America

Bosman’s childhood has not been easy. His grandfather was an orphan and had been bonded to a farmer. When Bosman was only four his father took their family to a new land.Bosman’s father worked to make a living there. But it was a hard life. There was political turmoil and a harsh government. Rebellions cropped …

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Sledgehammer

I was getting kids for the literacy program when I saw a crowd gathering in one of the poorer neighborhoods of our community. An older woman was flailing about; three other ladies attempted to restrain her. I told my kids to hurry along without me and approached to see if it was a medical emergency. …

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The hope of America, the hope of the prophetic

"But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of …

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How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Powerlessness

Since my first Bible study I've always wanted to be decisive in interpreting Scripture. I want to understand what I'm reading, make a decision, and live it. Especially on practical matters. But there was one issue where a firm decision eluded me for a long time. That was the question of an absolute commitment to …

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Who is unclean?

Two days after the window’s installation, Peregrine and I held a housewarming. We kept it intimate – the only people invited were our good Australian friends who have been living in local slums for 17 years, our Hindu landlady Gulshan Didi, and the Muslim family who was renting the room below ours. As Gulshan Didi and my Australian …

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