Moving Into the Neighborhood

The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. ~John 1:14 (The Message) We’ve always loved this translation of Christ made flesh. It’s so personal and intimate. A perfect image of the way our servant-Savior desires to be with us. Like a hen with her chicks, He wants to gather us in closely….

Looking Out My Window

Two years ago today, I was completing the monumental task of sorting drawers upon drawers of expandable file folders in my private office, each representing months or even years of casework for my federal employer. As I boxed away files for storage and transferred others to fellow colleagues, memories passed through my mind like flipped…

Reflections on International Women’s Day

“I don’t speak English well,” said Anne,* apologetically. “I only attended school through primary, so I didn’t use English at home as a child. I only spoke my mother tongue and Swahili.” She communicated in soft tones, twisting a handkerchief between clasped hands and shyly smiling at me with an unwavering gaze. Trying my best…

Do We Live Like We Can’t Live Without Jesus?

We’ve entered the season when numerous short-term teams from churches across America come to Kenya to work alongside Missions of Hope, some for several days, others for several weeks. I especially enjoy visiting with team members who have never been to MOHI before, those who are experiencing the slums of Mathare Valley for the first…

Holy Animation

We see him nearly every day on our drive into Mathare Valley— a young boy between the ages of 10 and 12, meandering aimlessly down the road, his hand clasping an open, plastic bottle filled with a yellowish-brown liquid. We’ve learned that the liquid in the bottle is glue, homemade and toxic. Countless street boys…