Blessed Are the Pure of Heart

I was angry, had been angry all day but now that I was alone in the darkness of my bedroom, I allowed myself to feel it.  I felt the hotness of the emotion bubbling in my stomach, plaguing me until I could think of nothing else. I tried chatting with friends, tried journalling, read Scripture …

The Sweetness of a Kiss

The children of Al-Khalil are unlike any I've met in my travels. Each of them divinely beautiful, as curious as tiny birds and uniquely friendly to strangers - often as I walk the streets they cry out a greeting, "Marhaba!" and rush toward me, hand extended to give me a handshake. Something about the hands …

Aida Camp

The scene stays with me as sharply vivid as a finely honed blade. For months afterwards I had nightmares about it.. The armored jeep crept down the main thoroughfare threateningly invisible in the dusk, its tires crunching softly on the loose, rocky pavement. Hadn't been for a few flood lights positioned on the corners of …