I’ve met three of the kids we sponsor through Compassion. The first visit, in El Salvador, was spectacular. It felt scripted even, like this sarcastic charismatic little girl was picked out for me by someone at eHarmony. Perfect fit. She hung out on my shoulders most of the day, laughed at all my jokes, held… 
Series Archive: ‘My Trip To East India’
Nothing A Giant Robotic Sloth And A Little Lunch Couldn’t Fix
Accusing Angie
It never fails. A day or two into a blogger trip that e-mail arrives in a blogger’s inbox.
It calls motives into question: You just want everyone to think you’re so perfect.
It plucks scripture out of context and refashions it as a weapon: Jesus said we’ll always have the poor.
It belittles: You’re just a tourist taking… 
Holding Hands With Uncle John
After a little girl in school uniform welcomed me off the bus with a flower and a smile.
After we were lead into Mar Thoma Child Development Center by a marching band.
After the kids danced and sang ”Goz lof ees so wonnerfool.”
After I told the kids how far we’d traveled just to meet them because we… 



