When I was praying one day I saw these girls, and they were lying on the ground, and big demon-like men were coming along and picking them up and throwing them in dumpsters. I cried out to God and He said, “Will you go and help them?” Friends, these girls are our teen mamas. These…

A post by the founder of The Lulu Tree We never wanted to be a “white savior.” We never wanted to be a savior at all. That’s a role set apart for Jesus alone. We only ever wanted to love. But it’s harder than it sounds—loving, versus fixing. We so often want to “fix” our…

No pastor is perfect. No church is perfect. I’m not here to bash churches and I’m not here to exalt pastors. I’m here to get real with you about why God called a very sinful woman (me) who ran for years from the institutionalized church, to found an organization which trains pastors and churches. I…

We’re dancing in the living room, my two-year-old daughter and I. I’ve been cleaning windows but she’s led me to the carpet, saying “up, up,” and we’re twirling now to Christy Nockels singing all about Jesus. Aria’s head leans back and she closes her eyes and for a moment, I am not checking off items…

Post by the The Lulu Tree founder after her recent trip to Uganda. God rained down the day we dedicated the well in Namagera village. Sheets of water from heaven — “It’s good for the maize,” Esther told me, the village fields covered in tousled heads of green; corn to fill bellies and to sell…

I watched hope bloom

by The Lulu Tree Founder re: her latest trip to Uganda Pastor Soka stands tall and lean in Kiranga village, in a church half-built, red bricks stacked painstakingly by an arthritic man in his congregation. A grandma they call Jjaja Hallelujah sits across from us in a faded second-hand windbreaker with a broken zipper over…

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