This post originally ran on April 30, 2008. It was written on my first trip to the Dominican Republic to make three short films about Compassion’s work in this country. —————————————- With our stomachs full of breakfast, we climbed aboard the bus and headed out for the sugar plantation. Chris,… Read More
In Uganda, I bought a few $1 bracelets for my daughters and a wooden car for my son. I handed the man in the market my money and he handed me a small plastic bag and some coins. “Thank you,” I said and turned to walk away. “Vote Obama for… Read More
She wriggled through the small mob of children around me and wedged herself between my knees and the pew in front of me. I pushed my back against the wood, making room for her to slip by. But she didn’t want to slip by. Instead, she stretched her arms wide… Read More
A few days ago my son Gresham holed up in his room with a pair of scissors, construction paper, tape and a marker. He emerged an hour later, his room littered with hand scrawled signs stuck to all his stuff. All of them shouted the same message: OFF LIMITS. So,… Read More
Shaun Groves