This is one of the participants from the Etuti Institute’s Fine Arts Workshop on Saturday. The children were asked to paint a memory from their childhood. She painted this picture of herself leaving Baghdeda. It is because of stories like hers that Etuti and Stand With Iraqi Christians exist. For more information be sure to
Good morning! Well, as my pic and post suggested last night, we are making treasured new friends and doing some great work: both the Etuti Institute project we funded for children and the caravan building project for destitute Christians in Sulaymaniyah have just been fantastic successes. As with everything else in life (and Iraq in
Just had an awesome conversation with Father Faiz Jerjees. I love this man. He has one of the hardest jobs in all the church, pastoring the amazingly diverse congregation and programs at St. George’s in Baghdad. Quint and I just couldn’t help making a direct contribution to him. Father Faiz cares for an extraordinary spectrum
These are our wonderful new friends Father Schnuder and Onur, the forces behind the caravan building project. After filming the progress of the work they treated me and Quint to a delicious Iraqi meal. The table was literally piled high with food: meats, breads, fresh vegetables. I finally had to insist that Fr. Schnuder stop
I have a great deal to report to you all, but after a very long day and 6 hours in a bumpy car ride I’m just bushed. Please look for a full update tomorrow. Thanks for accompanying Quint and me on this amazing and moving adventure. You are essential to reaching fruition.
I can’t sleep. I’m not even sure I’m “posting” this right. I wish I could say it was conscience, but it’s probably just jet lag. I fell in love today with the families we are contributing to, the little kids who are more my speed than anyone else. If you are reading this I really
It is now about 6:00 a.m. Tuesday in Erbil. Quint and I arrived yesterday and I am now ensconced in my familiar hotel after a warm greeting from my buddies on the staff here. It was a delight riding in the taxi with Quint from the airport, vicariously recalling my own first glimpse of Iraq,
Hi everybody. We are in Vienna about to board our flight to Erbil. I keep telling Quint that no matter what he imagines, he has no idea how this journey will impact his life, change him, altar his perception of the Middle East, surprise him. Of course I realize I’m talking to myself as well.