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….

Post by Jeanne Damoff, Lulu Tree Board Director I live in a comfortable home in a nice neighborhood in a big city in the United States of America. I drive a dependable car and shop at grocery stores that sell organic coffee beans and roasted sea-salt beet chips. I have two laptop computers and a…

By Mommy Emily We arrive in the evening, after 24 hours of flight. We arrive to the roar of a motorboat taking us across the waters to the mainland of this west African country founded by former slaves. We’re ushered into the country by boys who scramble to assist with our bags for a few “Leones”, …

By Mommy Emily   It’s like a long pencil-streak, this road I ride. A strip of ruler-straight asphalt, drawn past fields of wheat and canola. Sometimes I see deer with white tails, leaping through blades of wheat. Sometimes I hear frogs. Once, I saw a moose taking a swim in the dark in a pond…

*Forgive us as we interrupt our Sabbath Month to inform you of some desperate prayer needs* I was seated in the sun at Riding Mountain National Park, red purse at my feet, about to head out for milkshakes with my Mum, sister and sister in law. My hands smelled like soap as I’d been scrubbing…

By the founder of The Lulu Tree   There’s a soldier who sings from the hilltops of Sierra Leone. He sings low African hymns, this warrior of land and sky, as he marches across the soil which feeds his people. He fights on his knees at 4:30 every morning and he fights with his heart…

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