Social Justice
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Pentecost
We watch our cities burnAnd wonderHow we can stopThe hate that festersBecause of hueThe judgement that findsWhat is differentIn another humanAnd fears itWe try to educateTo eradicate the evilThat grows like cancerIn our bonesButOur 13-Step programs failOur willpower won’t workOur attempt at recompenseare emptyOur efforts always fall shortAs the gap widens furtherMore blameMore destructionMore lives Continue reading
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A Visible Hope (AKA Lunch with Joseph Kony)
I watched the Kony 2012 video today, as many others did (20 million and counting.) Of course, it touched me deeply. But I wrestled with a few things, including feelings of cynicism, questioning if the video’s popularity isn’t more due to the fact it was brilliantly done and manipulated my emotions, than because of the issue Continue reading
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Refuge for Sex Trafficking Victims
The first time I heard about human trafficking was in 2007 at a conference in Atlanta. It felt like a punch in the gut. I couldn’t believe something so horrific was so prevalent, yet so unknown. Months later, I was on a Southwest flight and I “randomly” sat next to a woman who was fighting Continue reading
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Good bye, Chennai.
Tonight, we are getting on a train to ride 24 hours to Pune. We are saying goodbye to the city that has slowly become a temporary home the past few weeks. The faces I have met will stay with me. Joshua* had a flashy bright blue shirt that made him stand out from the other Continue reading
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something on the road, cut me to the soul.
(I don’t have any pictures of the leper colony cause it wasn’t allowed.) We walked into the barren clinic on the edge of the leprosy colony. A familiar face hung on both sides of the wall, Mother Teresa, a picture of loving the “least of these” we were about to meet. I made my way Continue reading
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India gets under your skin.
India gets under your skin slowly. It begins to settle on your exterior like sweat, then permeates into your blood stream, your bones. Partaking in the madness of traffic is like jumping into the middle of a great choreographed dance, everyone knows their parts and places, but you feel so lost. Buses like galloping pink Continue reading
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The wind is calling "India, India, India."
Some things feel familiar before you’ve even experienced them. You see a face in your mind’s eye, blurry, but the feelings are sharp and you just know you are going to love them. You feel a place in your soul, colorful, dirty, distracting, beautiful, broken and you feel like somehow you have always known it, Continue reading
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Update- less then two weeks till India!
It has been so incredible to see how people are jumping on board with the vision of this trip. I have never been on a trip where the donations have been so unexpected. I am amazed. Preparing emotionally, physically, spiritually. Just need $337 now. Continue reading
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In India
In about 7 weeks, I am heading to India for 7 weeks. I am leading a small team from YWAM Resonate. I am so incredibly excited. We are partnering with the ministry Streams of Mercy to work with orphanages to connect with the workers and kids there in order to tell their stories. The needs Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 