Monthly Archives: December 2010

Training to abolish Slavery

A difficult topic. Depressing statistics. But the urge to be counted among the “just” when it is time to stand up against injustice keeps me going in exposing one of the worst crimes of our times: Trafficking of persons. Modern Slavery.

Part of my training week was a research of a “public case”, which has already been convicted by a court, and map it on Find this case in Moscow and Pennsylvania by clicking here.

Find out more at about this initiative or read the book “Not For Sale” by David Batstone (who is coming to teach us tomorrow).

Tag des Abschieds – Day of Goodbyes

Es ist ein trauriger 21. Dezember. Unsere Nachbarn für die letzten 3 Monate sind ausgezogen. Lukas und Lily hatten so viel Freude, mit Joel (auch 4) und Jolina (auch 2) fast täglich auf dem Spielplatz zu spielen. Jetzt heisst es wieder Abschied nehmen, da diese deutsch-koreanische Familie diese beiden Länder besucht, um dann in ein paar Monaten den Menschen in Nordkorea zu helfen…
Traurig ist auch der Abschied von einem Baby, das am Freitag abend nicht lebend auf die Welt kam, wohl weil die Nabelschnur sich um den Kopf gewickelt hatte. Heute ist der Trauergottesdienst für Hadasa Gabriela, Tochter eines Ehepaares aus Ruanda, die unsere Freunde sind und als JMEM Mitarbeiter im gleichen Gebäude wohnen. Es ist ein schwerer Schlag für sie und ihren 3-jährigen Sohn. Auch wir haben in den letzten Tagen viele Tränen geweint. Ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, wie hart es sein muss, alle Hoffnungen mitsamt der neuen Wiege und den Babygeschenken nun wegzupacken…
It is a sad December 21st. Our neighbors for the past three months just packed their stuff and moved out. Lukas and Lily had such fun playing with Joel (also 4) and Jolina (also 2), as they were almost everyday together on the playground. Now after three months we had to say goodbye to this German-Korean family as they are heading to these two nations with intentions to serve the people of North Korea in a few months…
It is also a day of sad goodbye to a baby that was stillborn last Friday night, presumably because the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. Today is the memorial service for Hadasa Gabriela, daughter of a Rwanda couple who are our friends and fellow YWAM workers, and also live in our building. This is incredibly hard for them and their 3-year-old son. We also shed a lot of tears over the past days. I cannot imagine how hard it would be to pack away all those hopes together with the crib and baby gifts…

Papaya Nest

Christmas time is just not the same without family and cold weather, but I am trying to be thankful in the unique blessings that God has given us here in Hawaii. Where else can I buy papayas at our local farmers market at 10 for $1!? I have discovered this delicious new breakfast favorite.

Cut the papaya in half, clean out the seeds so you have a “bowl” or “nest”. Fill it with yogurt sprinkle with granola and honey or raisins and Wahla!… a papaya nest!


Too many things go unwritten and only forged in my head…. ideas, blog posts, letters, words of encouragement… Ideas too often do not leave my head to take flight in action but get lost in good intentions. I often wonder if there is any hope for a dreamer like me who wants to change the world.

New beginnings, hope… this has taken on new meaning as I have been teaching journaling classes at the Domestic Violence Shelter. Statistics say that women will leave their abuser 10-12 times before they finally leave for good, if they do at all.

Except for God. When God intervenes, the statistics have no power. I have seen the love of God drawing the hearts of two ladies in my class in ways that make their former lovers pale in comparison.

“I want to find my voice again” one of the ladies said as her expectation of the journaling class. I smiled and said that is my reason for doing this class to “give a voice to the voiceless”.

She is finding her voice and finding that she is a poet, not a victim.

Tonight they came with me to a big meeting here at YWAM and both could not contain their tears as they sang, “He washed me white as snow”. Just last night in class this woman told me that she feels like God has washed her clean. Now here is a song that is hers to sing. “I felt God tonight” she says and wants to know if she could study here at University of the Nations.

They are on the brink of new beginnings. There is a fresh page before them. A new life to live. A new song to sing in a rediscovered voice. Will they choose it? After dropping them off tonight my heart was full of expectation. God what are you saying? This song came on the radio as my answer. It is their song… it is mine… it is yours in Christ. Dream… write… speak it… be a voice… no one else can do it for you…

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

I am unwritten
Can’t read my mind
I’m undefined

I’m just beginning
The pen’s in my hand
Ending unplanned

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words
That you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin

No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips

Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten