What comes to mind when you hear the word “slum”? Poverty…..squalor……disease……violence…….futility? In our daily lives, Dear Reader, we don’t encounter slums–we don’t go near them, we don’t know anyone who lives in a slum; we don’t think about slums or their residents. Or their desperation or their smells.
What comes to mind when you hear the word “slum”? Poverty…..squalor……disease……violence…….futility? In our daily lives, Dear Reader, we don’t encounter slums–we don’t go near them, we don’t know anyone who lives in a slum; we don’t think about slums or their residents. Or their desperation or their smells.
A mother from Finland……a father who spent his childhood in and out of foster care…. herself born in Indiana, where her father was an Adventist minister…..THAT is the background from which Sari Fordham arrived in Uganda as a missionary’s child. AND it took place during the murderous regime of Idi Amin. Sari’s memoir of a happy, adventuresome childhood, under those circumstances, must be read to be believed.
Agnes Nyawayarwo enumerates the love and blessings that gave her strength over time.
I have always wondered about the “back stories” of the Mustard Seed children. At the same time, did I really want to know? Jessica Yu’s Garden of the Lost and Abandoned both answered my questions and affirmed my fears. I’m recommending it to you because it also gives me hope.