Cows, Potholes, and Traffic

Over the next week, a series of posts from a recent trip to Nepal will be shared. This trip was in partnership with The Nepali Rescue Project and the work they do there to rescue girls from sex trafficking. Thank you to all our team supporters, our family, friends, churches, and workplaces, for making this adventure possible for the team!

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What do you get with a cow, giant potholes, and traffic busier than the worst day in New York City? An opportunity to help change the world…on a scooter…with no helmet…in the mud…

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It Is The Year 2072

Over the next week, a series of posts from a recent trip to Nepal will be shared. This trip was in partnership with The Nepali Rescue Project and the work they do there to rescue girls from sex trafficking. Thank you to all our team supporters, our family, friends, churches, and workplaces, for making this adventure possible for the team!

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Did you know Nepal is 10 hours and 15 minutes ahead of U.S. east coast time? It is also the year 2072. In some ways, Nepal is ahead of us and in many, they aren’t. But one area that struck me as “ahead”, aside from the hours that my jet leg keep reminding me of, is the border stations. To study this from home, to know of its effectiveness over the years, and yet to see it in person, the staff who power it, lead it, rescue from it, is overwhelming. The numbers are unbelievable. And yet, the tireless staff know it is not enough. Handwritten statistics charts in the office clearly showed the increase of trafficking at the borders since the earthquakes this spring. Desperation is evident. Evil takes advantage.

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Cabin in the Woods

Between the woods the afternoon
Its fallen in a golden swoon,
The sun looks down from quiet skies
To where a quiet water lies,
And silent trees stoop down to the trees.
And there I saw a white swan make
Another white swan in the lake;
And, breast to breast, both motionless,
They waited for the wind’s caress. . .
And all the water was at ease.
– The Mirror, by A.A.Milne

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