After interviewing three freedom fighters from a war-torn Asian country lately, I’m reminded how rich and safe I am – beyond the comprehension of millions of people displaced by ethnic violence. I live in a house with forced-air heat, rather than in a temporary bamboo structure with a fire ring. I own land. I don’t wake up every morning wondering if my government will burn down homes in my neighborhood to flaunt its power. I teach a Sunday school class and speak freely about my faith to anyone I wish, without fear of reprisal against my family. I’ve never had to beg from neighbors to feed my children or grandchildren.

For some inexplicable reason God placed me in Alaska, with the blessings of safety and freedom.
I’m humbled and motivated to explore ways to help oppressed people whose very breath depends upon God’s grace moment by moment.