God in the Middle of a Chain-Link Fence

By Janel Breitenstein | July 15, 2014 | 1 Comment
God in the middle of a chain-link fence

Clouds were scudding across the sky, fingers of light splayed between them in a cool, breezy dawn. And there I was, crouching under a swag of chain, then edging my camera lens through a chain-link fence. Remember my prayer walks in the morning? This time my Canon was tagging along for some quality time, fitted […]

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“What Do You Love About Living in Your Country?”

By Janel Breitenstein | July 3, 2014 | 0 Comments
What do you love about living in your country?

It was this past Tuesday that my friend Dana, volunteering at a local refugee center, found herself surrounded by a handful of adults with origins all over East Africa. She’d volunteered to tutor in English, and thirteen appeared that night, their skin in varying hues of cinnamon, cocoa, and dark chocolate, and their English capabilities […]

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Prayer Walk

By Janel Breitenstein | June 17, 2014 | 2 Comments
Prayer Walk

It’s dawn, and Africa is rising, stretching, and crowing around me. Smoke from breakfast fires winds in gray ribbons I can see from my back porch, just before the silver sliver of Lake Victoria. But I’m going out the front this morning. I turn my keys in the gate’s lock, clanking it shut behind me. […]

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Heart-Healthy Hospitality

By Janel Breitenstein | June 13, 2014 | 5 Comments
Heart-Healthy Hospitality

  With a wide smile, I lifted my hand in farewell to the rough-and-tumble SUV, tires lifting and falling on the potholes and stones. The family within had bunked with us for the good part of a week, saturating our home with laughing shrieks and extra bare feet running in the dust. All told, we totalled […]

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A Lesson From Winnie

By Janel Breitenstein | June 9, 2014 | 0 Comments
A Lesson From Winnie

I was sautéing dinner last week when the clink of the lock at our gate resonated through the kitchen. I looked up, and through the window saw my friend Winnie standing behind the gate’s bars, expectantly and with her characteristic wide smile. Beneath her arms was a colorful book on the human body I’d lent […]

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