Ann brushed a swath of dark brown hair from her face, turned to me with furrowed brows and pink eyes and whispered, “How do I do this?” Twenty-four hours later I walked behind Amanda as we snaked quickly through a labyrinth of concrete, cardboard and corrugated metal with armed guards… Read More
I stole from Brian this morning. I spoke to Canadian artists on behalf of Compassion International at this country’s version of Gospel Music Week. It’s pretty much the same as ours but with fewer people and a lot less metrosexuality and self-promotion. It’s not so much an industry/media event as… Read More
How could I sing about a God I wasn’t consistently sure existed, a God I was angry at and felt abandoned by? How could I talk about the power of hope over poverty when I felt so hopeless and poor? So I canceled my gigs at LifeFest and in Fort… Read More
Six feet long. Four feet wide. Maybe five feet tall. A blue concrete box with one barred window. Roof made of plastic sheets held in place by heavy sticks, rocks and unidentifiable pieces of junk. We sat on the floor of Kiran’s house and asked her questions. Then the eleven… Read More
Shaun Groves