I came home from Iraq feeling ashamed.
For more than two decades, I have traveled to 35 countries to report stories for World Vision.
I have met the best people on earth, from Obed Byamugisha, who each day puts his life on the line to fight child sacrifice in Uganda, to Margeret Alerotek, who telephoned Ugandan rebel leader Joseph Kony to urge him to stop fighting—an act of courage that may have cost her life.
Wherever I go, I find bravery and beauty—people who live and breathe the conditions described by theologian Frederick Buechner: “Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.”
I didn’t expect to find beauty or bravery in Iraq. I just expected to be afraid.
I’m embarrassed to say that until last month, I painted the people of Iraq with broad brushstrokes. In my mind, I dehumanized them.
I was so wrong.
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