Post by Joanne Viola, Treasurer of The Lulu Tree The verse has been before me for just about two weeks … “But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” And he place his hands on their heads and…
By Mommy Emily I’ve always prayed one prayer: to know God the most I can while I’m here on earth. In Africa, He’s a breath away – it’s so easy to hear Him there, like there’s bad cell reception in North America but there, amidst red dirt hills, roaming chickens, and the blue waves of…
Post and photos by Jeanne Damoff The simple wooden benches in the small church are filled with the people of Kamassaralie Village, young and old. They’ve gathered for Sunday service, and their young pastor, Ezekiel, stands before them delivering a powerful sermon. Next to Ezekiel stands an even younger man — only eighteen years old…
By Mommy Emily, Images by Paula Bronstein I am so tired my bones are weeping. I’m in the Uganda airport, returning home. My spirit, blown big from all the prayer and worship and love, deflates so fast I gasp. We’re gone for 10 days at most on these trips: three and a half spent…
The chugging sound of a tractor fills the air deep in the bush of Sierra Leone, where Pastor Sonnel is planting rice. He says that he hopes this work will produce a harvest to feed all 12 nearby villages, and he’s trusting God to multiply since the men who sold him the seed cheated him….
By Mommy Emily I am walking with Mommy Esther, cloth bag on my shoulder, flip-flops making noiseless patterns in Uganda’s red soil. We pass Erica who’s taking photos of village children who’ve become fascinated with her sunglasses. We pass banana and mango trees. Pastor Paul is heading towards us, looking weary. He smiles nonetheless and…