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…

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…

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…

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