“Okay,” I said. “If you show me where they are, I’ll buy you a FIFA ball.” The boy started giving me high-fives and hugging me. One of the older boys knelt down, took my hand, and kissed it. I asked who wanted to walk to the market with me.They all did. As we started walking, the boys danced and skipped behind me as if I were the Pied Piper of futbol. Read more
When we set broken bones and carve out cancers and suture wounds and alleviate pain, we are playing God in the best possible way. We are agreeing with God that while disease may be the present state in which we find the world, it is not the way it’s supposed to be, and often it’s not the way it has to be, and we do whatever we can to make it right. Read more
In December I'll be traveling to South Sudan to teach medicine. It's the most dangerous trip I've taken -- and it'll be my first time in a war zone. Please consider making a contribution to support the trip. By training 100 teachers, it'll impact the lives of 30,000 children! Read more
Having malaria in Togo, and pneumonia this weekend, helps me remember that the power that raised Jesus from the dead on Sunday morning was the same power at work in his life on Friday night. On Sunday, the power gave him strength to rise. On Friday, the power gave him strength to surrender. Read more
Her inevitable death was infused with hope, because I knew that for the rest of eternity, she would be held in hands that were much stronger and gentler and more loving and knowing than mine could ever be. Read more
Here's an update on The Invisible Girls -- the five Somali refugee girls I met on a train in Portland in October 2010. Since then, I've kept my promise to them: "No matter where you go, I will always love you, and I will always find you." Read more
Jesus said, “Suffer the little children to come unto me.” But instead, we let little children suffer, and often die, while we spend money on frivolous things. Read more
Just like that, as I stood there watching, the man’s soul left his body. He was still sitting up in bed, his eyes closed, his head wrapped in gauze. He looked like he was sleeping, and his body was still warm. But he was dead. He was gone. Read more
"Sista, are you sure you're strong enough for Africa?" the woman sitting on the bench next to me asked. I silently shrugged. I had been in Togo for less than an hour, and already I was having serious doubts. Read more
Sarah Thebarge
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