We have seen the many faces of hope. It has met us along the way in a fascinating variety of sizes and colors.
Last November I was in a place called Mogopa in the Western Transvaal.
Since I was detained as a prisoner of conscience, I have had moments of deep anguish.
Waiting for a bus one day near my home, I saw a man standing nearby.
Two weeks ago, I came to Nicaragua to spend six months with Witness for Peace.
The ostentatiously "religious" nature of Reagan's re-election campaign has been a surprise.
The rain fell in steady streams. The forecast said rain through the night and into Easter morning.