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of gods and boxes

We make our own sacrifices and worship our own gods, from materialism to social justice. We have our own talismans, always connected to our human conceit.

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day camp

Service can be connected to spiritual pride, something we “do for others” that makes us feel good about ourselves. There was none of that with this group.

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help wanted

There were classes in science, math, English and Nepali, all based on workbooks and recitation. I would not have been able to study, with the amazing view outside the open windows.

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everyday riches

I could thank the Puritans for my luxuries, with their clean, industrious ways. I’m sure I can thank the Lord, whose mercies are new every morning—even in Nepal. I just want to remember how rich I am.

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what is the gospel?

The Gospel is true because it changes things and it changes us. We need to be changed. Just look around.

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a rhythm of renewal

There are dolphins playing along the edges of the surf as the sun glints off the white-capped waves. We will go soon and walk beside them.

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Letters from Bharat; from mud to marble

Whenever we visit IBS, we are met by bright, positive, eager young men and women who want their lives, and the lives of their families, to be different. And better. There is poverty, yes. But there in no poverty mentality.

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Letters from Bharat: morning in the mountains

  It’s 7:30 in the morning in Makiabari, the small mountain village in the Darjeeling area where we have arranged home stays. It is a hazy morning—the clouds have not yet lifted. But you can start to see the surrounding valleys and ridges. I have heard the sounds of a community coming to life since 6, […]

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Letters from Bharat; waiting in Mumbai

We Americans, we love our tasks. But they love each other, in a way that pushes the clock out of the foreground.

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Letters from Bharat: Mumbia

  In Mumbia one is immediately struck by the contrasts. Either that or the chaotic traffic, with the constant  honking of horns and a sense that lanes don’t exist as rickshaws, buses, cabs and private cars push into any available space. Or the strange, powerful smells—incense burning at shrines on the sidewalk, smog always on high […]

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