Christine and I are heading downstairs for breakfast, our last meal in Jordan before heading across the Allenby Bridge into the West Bank. On Tuesday we met with Jordanian Christian friends who minister to Iraqi refugees, hundreds of thousands of undocumented men, women and children who cannot integrate fully into Jordanian life, yet cannot return home because of threats against their lives. It is a tragic microcosm of the plight of so many refugees throughout the world.
Yesterday we met with women, in a large gathering in a church and a small gathering in a home. In both places, I discovered again what I have discovered wherever I have traveled: that beneath the surface of their lives women everywhere are so similar. When I speak about my deepest struggles and dreams, heads nod in affirmation and conversations quickly dip to the level of soulful connections. I love it!
OK, time for a QUICK breakfast. Seems that I have been rushing for two weeks--but it's been well worth it!
Welcome to my blog page. I write mostly about places I've been and people I've met along the way. Also about social issues that matter to me. And a bit about my family. A thread of Christian spirituality tends to weave through everything I write. 
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Lynne,
ReplyDeleteThis ministry is so important! My friends have now resettled here in Chicago. They left Iraq and fled to Jordan only to find their life in Jordan extremely difficult. They constantly faced injustices that even included the misappropriation of Christmas Child shoeboxes to Muslim Orphanages rather than the Iraqi Christian refugees receiving their well-wishes and toys from abroad. My hope is that the Muslim children would hear of Christ's love through these stolen gifts.
In addition, while my friend was living in Jordan, she came to accept Christ as her Lord and Savior. Although raised culturally Christian in Iraq, the gospel was not yet personal to her until someone reached her with Christ's love while living as a persecuted refugee in Jordan. God is so intentional!