I love traditions. Traditions are the unique signature of family life. They are the touchstones upon which the years unfold; the simple predictability that says: This is how we celebrate, this is how we love each other, this is our home. Whether boring or full of fun,...

I’m always blown away by the power of stories. At their best, when they are used to do something good, stories can bring us together, connect us to distant people, touch our hearts, inspire us to act. More than bombs, more than money, words, photos and...

I was in Zimbabwe a few months ago where I saw a small miracle take place. It happened at least 20 times so I know it wasn’t a fluke. But I think it has something to teach us in today’s charged, intolerant atmosphere, where bombs are...

The world is full of people we will never know. Our circle of connection, even with a social multiplier like the Internet, is tiny. Whole countries, whole continents, are just strangers, reduced to a few interesting headlines or a few ugly stereotypes. Until last month, Zimbabwe...

It’s hard to say exactly what went on at the thousands of orphanages across India yesterday, but I’d be willing to bet that none of them celebrated Zombie Day the way we did at the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission. As part of our Summer Games, we...

In the west, we love to dream. We’re lucky that way. It’s a luxury most of the world can not afford. With our tummies full and our homes secure, the developed world can look beyond basic needs and take time to imagine. We teach our children...

Zimbabwe is a world away from America. Literally, it’s like A to Z. I doubt many Americans could find Zimbabwe on a map. I know I couldn't. Having looked it up, I’ll give you a clue. It’s in Africa. Any guesses? Aside from being landlocked (clue #2) and...

What can $12 buy? A movie and a medium popcorn? Half a tank of gas? Three Starbucks coffees? Not much, really. Twelve dollars is a cheap dinner. A T-shirt, maybe. A bad haircut. A month and a half of Netflix. But what if it could be much...

I feel a little bit like Johnny Appleseed these days. As the legend goes, back in the late 1790s, Johnny traveled around the country, planting trees and introducing apples to large parts of Illinois, Indiana, Ohio and Pennsylvania. It wasn’t a money maker, but John eventually...