The Sheikh’s House

There's an English copy of the Qur'an sitting on my shelf right now. I borrowed it from the library before I left home because I don't think anyone can critique another's beliefs without first trying to understand what it is that they believe . . .


One Little Pin

Yesterday, we took an afternoon to go shopping. At first I felt guilty, walking away from refugee visits to go and spend all our money on souvenirs.  Then I tried to justify it to myself by saying we were contributing to the small businesses in Amman.  Still, it felt a little wrong.  I haven't completely... Continue Reading →

Holding on to Something

Iraqi refugees are Christians. When ISIS infiltrates one of their cities, the people are given three options: convert to Islam, pay an impossibly high tax to remain Christian, or die.

Arrival | Why Stories?

We made it to Jordan!  Don't worry, mom, I'm safe. I've been in Jordan for a little over a day now.  It feels like it has been a week since I left the states.  So much has happened in this short time that I'm afraid I'm going to forget it all by day five.  I'm not... Continue Reading →

Looking forward . . .

Tomorrow I leave for Amman, Jordan. It's hard to know what else to say right now.  Sure, I'm excited.  This is my first trip to the middle east, and there's a lot to learn.  And yes, I'm also a bit nervous.  There's a lot for me to wonder about right now. Will I get through... Continue Reading →

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