A million motes of dust danced in the tropical sunlight streaming through the window. On the bed, prostrate in the heat, an old woman lay watching them spin in the air. Then she sighed, reached for the paper lying beside her, took her pencil in aching fingers, and began to write. For the last 20
By Joan Campbell, MAI trainer On the first evening of MAI’s South African “My Story for His Glory” Writing Workshop, May 16 & 17, the 13 participants read some of their writing. It was a celebration of words, creativity and individuality. I’d like to share two of these expressive South African voices. Norma shared an
By George Koshy Thomas slumped in the corner of a busy bus station in Kerala, India, and wondered how to end his miserable life. He had fallen into financial trouble the last few years, and his debts were piling up monstrously. Money lenders had begun harassing his wife and children too. Thomas saw only darkness
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