God with Us
Walking up to her house, I feel a weight of sadness and despair lingering over her home.
Her name is Emilia.
Her adult son, Manuel, sits at the opening that served as a “door” to their home, staring blankly out into the Amazonian growth, looking beyond to the river.
Emmanuel. God with us.
As we approach, I sense that God was waiting for us to meet them there. So we stand, me and my gaggle of high school girls, waiting to see what God had for us there.
We begin to talk with them, share with them, and Emilia sits down, painfully, next to Manuel, and begins telling us her woes: her...