By Haley Heisch, Co-Director of Social Media “In the midst of a very severe trial, their overflowing joy and their extreme poverty welled up in rich generosity. For I testify that they gave as much as they were able, and even beyond their ability. Entirely on their own, they urgently pleaded with us for the…

The Long Winding Roads of Africa (Emily’s Trip, Part 4) By Mommy Emily   It’s night in Kamassaralie Village, and the ants are crawling up my legs. They’re tiny and red, and apparently they like white skin. I discreetly try to rub them off my calves while sitting on the front porch of the farmhouse…

His Daughters’ Dignity: Reusable Pad Outreach and the Girls of South Sudan Post by Erica Hale, V.P. of The Lulu Tree I have my keys in one hand and am reaching for the door when my daughter catches me. “Are you going to the store?” she asks. Before I can answer, she quietly adds, “I…

by Joanne Viola, treasurer of The Lulu Tree “Any religion that professes to be concerned with the souls of men and is not concerned with the slums that damn them, the economic conditions that strangle them, and the social conditions that cripple them, is a dry-as-dust religion.” – Martin Luther King Jr. I read this…

By Mommy Emily I live in a tiny village north of the US border, tucked amongst snowy fields and red silos. I look out my window and see deer walking down our road. And across the highway, a huge Co-Op. It’s a Co-Op that offers everything from gloves to paint to groceries, and it’s not…

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…

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