Bat? Check. Glove? Check. Cleats? Check. Batting glove? Check. Belt? Check. Socks? Check. Batting helmet? Check. Water bottle? Check. Are we green or blue jerseys today? Blue. Check. Snacks and games for little sister’s backpack? Check. Sunscreen and bug spray? Check. Directions to the tournament location? Check. Now we are ready to begin. Full Story »
Coming from a large Hispanic family, we have always been involved with sports. Growing up with our 12 aunts and uncles, volleyball has been the sport of choice for the family. It has been a blessing for our family because it has allowed us to grow closer to one another and can be easily taught. Volleyball has been a great way to make new friends, build relationships and connect with strangers at the parks that we play at. Full Story »
For the past ten years, The Heights Baptist Church has enjoyed an on-going partnership in the Park Central Area of North Dallas. This area, as defined by The Heights, is located in the shadows of the Northwest quadrant of the High 5 interchange of I-635 and I-75. In this densely populated area, nearly 17,000 folks live in 40-plus apartment complexes. This area is 93 percent Hispanic and nearly the entire population falls below the poverty line. Full Story »
It was a cool winter’s morning. The gym had been set for Upward Basketball and Cheerleading. The floors had been swept, the concession stands stocked and the empty seats awaited cheering families, friends and fans. The miracle that would occur that Saturday would all be worth it. Full Story »
It’s 3 a.m. and sleep escapes me again. Full Story »
Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Genesis 2:7 (NIV) Full Story »
My first exposure to the realities of human trafficking took place in hushed tones during a power outage, thanks to the capricious whims of monsoon season and government electricity cuts in a central Indian city of 6 million people. It was the summer of 2005 and I had been living in Pune for over a month when my host sister, Asha*, first started telling me the story of how her younger sister was trafficked to a brothel owner in a desperate, last ditch attempt to keep the family’s rural farm and only source of livelihood from foreclosing. When she tried to run away, Asha’s sister was recaptured, beaten and told that if she attempted a similar feat again, her family’s farm would be burned and her loved ones ruined. Full Story »