Someone’s doing something good. Right here in rural Minnesota. This is a story in progress. Hope is forging ahead.
If you remember my post about Janine Kramer, founder of Olivia’s House of Hope, you’ll be excited to know the House is moving forward toward its goal of supporting women in transition to a better life.
Thursday, January 19, 2017, their Open House runs from 9:00am to 5:00pm, at 212 26th Street South in Olivia, Minnesota. I intend to go see how far they’ve come.
Interested? Learn more about the event on their Facebook page.
And thank God there is a whole lot of hope for women ready to leave the past behind.
A guest post by Brenda Weatherly.
For the past two-and-a-half years, I have been actively involved in assisting refugees as they adjust to this strange new land, the United States. This is not always easy, especially when there is a language barrier. Most of the women I have met do not know English. How can I build a friendship with a woman who has endured horrific hardships when there are no words we can exchange? Continue reading
Scared. Displaced. Homeless. Lost.
This story is not about refugees on some foreign shore.
These are women right in our own communities.
Women whom Janine Kramer, for one, is going to help.
Jola Johnson will tell you it started with an inner prompting to “do something.”
But I suspect it began with a compassionate heart, already open to a remarkable God.
Jola’s friends, family, and neighbors can all tell you that she loves to help. And for needs beyond her physical reach, she prays. Hard. She stations reminders to pray everywhere. There’s the portrait of a beautiful little Cameroonian girl on her dining room wall. There’s the bracelet she wears from Voice of the Martyrs. And there are the endless social media and news report streams she pores over to keep her prayers current.
But one day, she couldn’t stop at praying. She “just knew” there was something more to be done that day. But what? How? And for whom, in particular? It was a puzzle, and she was only holding one piece. Continue reading
“Well, of course I should love my neighbor.”
You can almost see the lawyer glance away from Jesus, hear him clear his throat as he thinks his way toward a loophole. Ah, he thinks, I’ve found it. His beard nearly concealing his smug smile, the lawyer asks, “But who is my neighbor?”
Slowly and completely Jesus cinches the loophole tightly closed as He unfurls the story of the Good Samaritan. To Jesus’ Jewish audience, however, “good” and “Samaritan” had never belonged in the same sentence. Samaritans were not neighbors. They were enemies—ethnically and religiously.
Maybe you have neighbors like that, too. Continue reading
When you watch this video–a brief snapshot of recent life for my missionary friends Jon and Adie Leedahl–what questions knock at the back door of your mind?
Hannah Dean is causing a commotion in Huron, South Dakota.
It started because she loves kids.
From the time she was barely older than they were, Hannah babysat kids, led Children’s Church for kids, played with kids. She loves seeing kids laugh, hearing kids’ thoughts, and helping kids thrive.
But there’s more. Continue reading