Africa

So there’s an 8 year-old little boy named Alexander who lives in Kenya. He’s a Compassion child, and he needs heart surgery. The surgery costs $8,303. Since his family lives on $13.70 a month, they can’t afford it. You can read all the details on the Compassion blog. The people at Compassion didn’t ask me [...]

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One Year Ago

by BooMama on 13 February 2009

in Africa,Compassion

A year ago today I was getting my first up-close-and-personal look at poverty in a third world country. I was in Uganda with a group of bloggers who turned out to be some of the greatest people I’ve ever met, and I came home from our trip rattled, sad, grateful, unsettled, burdened and angry. I [...]

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I Need Africa, Part Two

by BooMama on 1 December 2008

in Africa

Remember when I posted about Africa last week? And encouraged you to come back on December 1st to see what Mocha Club is doing? Barrett from Mocha Club sent me this yesterday: When I think of Africa, the following images immediately come to mind: Starvation. AIDS. Child soldiers. Genocide. Sex slaves. Orphans. From there, my [...]

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In Which It All Makes Sense

by BooMama on 10 August 2008

in Africa,Faith

I have never been on an overseas trip in my life. And for the last couple of years, even though I’ve been confronted over and over again with the enormity of people’s needs in other parts of the world, my reaction – though I’m not proud of it – has been to cross my arms, [...]

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I’m in Nashville for a couple of days (not for the CMT awards, I promise), and yesterday afternoon I met Keely, Spence, Randy and Chris for coffee in downtown Franklin. It was the first time I’d seen any of them since we were in Uganda, and I have to tell you: hanging out with them [...]

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Doing

by BooMama on 14 April 2008

in Africa,Compassion

A couple of weeks ago I received an email from a sweet person who reads my blawg pretty frequently. “You’ve seemed different,” she wrote, “since you got home from Africa. And I just want you to know that I’m praying for you.” Oh, interpeoples. That email touched my heart right down to my liver. Because [...]

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