
August 19, 2021 My Dear Doubters of Great Faith, This has been a week that finds the news wires simply chocked-full of humanitarian crises, with the devastating earthquake in the country of Haiti, and the collapse and fall of the Afghanistan government. The scenes from both of these unfolding situations have been jolting and heart-wrenching, drawing us back from our own day-to-day life struggles to engage with lives that are lived, even in their normality, so completely differently from the ones we experience in Dallas, Texas. I’m not sure what classifies something to rise to the level of the label “humanitarian crisis” – is it number of lives lost, severity, horror? I do know that by the very nature of labeling something “humanitarian,” that whatever has happened is being connected to me, to us, in ways that we may not be able to see, to feel, to touch, or to…