In the Kuria district of Kenya, the November air is clear and the stars are bright. There is no electricity in the small house where I am staying. I awake at 3 AM, sleepless from jet lag, pull back the mosquito net that surrounds my bed, look out my window on the moonlit lawn and weep.

Earlier tonight, I heard a story that I didn’t want to hear, about a practice that I didn’t want to know existed. I’m having trouble comprehending the horror of what I heard.

Female circumcision…female genital mutilation…girls sometimes as young as 9 or 10…a ritual done in the bush…no anesthesia…one razor blade…families celebrating this “rite of passage”…girls given no choice and told to be brave and told not to cry out.

Girls who refuse to participate in this procedure are shunned by their peers, shunned by their families, shunned by their communities.

Girls who submit to this ritual get infections from the unsterile procedure, AIDS from the shared cutting instrument, emotional trauma from the forced mutilation. They receive no further schooling and are soon given by their families in marriage.

I am horrified that this happens, horrified that I did not know of it before and horrified that I feel helpless to do anything about it but weep. I cry myself to sleep with the cool night air of Kuria blowing through my window.

[This is my second visit to Kenya with my WDA Restorative team. We have been teaching discipleship principles as well as emotional healing principles to several churches in this remote area.]

Since that night last November, I have become more educated about the practice of female circumcision. I have read, researched, talked, listened and cried some more.


GraduationSince that night last November, I have become aware of and involved with several efforts in Kuria to end this practice. The Komotobo Mission Compound, where I stayed in Kenya, shelters girls during the month of December when the rites are performed.  There is an initiative being started right now in Kuria to educate churches and pastors about the Biblical reasons for abolishing this practice, in addition to the health, safety and emotional reasons.


Girls sheltered at Komotobo – Dec. 2010

What can YOU do to help?

  • You can make a tax-deductible contribution to GRI, an organization committed to educating people and sheltering girls in Kuria.
  • You can learn more about this atrocity and speak out against it.
  • And you can pray for the girls in Kuria, some who will escape and some who will not but all who need to know the saving power of a God who loves them dearly.

Once I actually “saw” forgiveness. With my own eyes. In person!

Dove with Olive BranchMost of us have experienced forgiveness one way or another, given it or received it. Been a witness to someone else giving it or receiving it. Learned about it, studied about it, struggled with it. I am going to tell you about the time I saw forgiveness. It was amazing!

Margie was about 45 years old when I met her. She was a member of one of the first Restoring Your Heart groups I led. It was a group of about 6 women who met together for a couple of hours once a week to go through a workbook and share emotional hurts from the past. The object is to understand our past, grieve our losses and heal. Usually, during the three months of meeting together, the women grow very close to one another. Margie’s group was no exception.

A little history on Margie. Margie grew up in a really strict home. Her parents were cold and stoic, and as we went through the lessons together Margie told of how they frequently called her stupid or ugly when she was a child. She was neither, by the way.

Not surprisingly, Margie married a man who didn’t treat her much better. She was accustomed to being put down and although she didn’t like it, it was “normal” to her. One day, when Margie’s sons were close to high school age, Margie’s husband left her…for another man. And although in many ways Margie was glad he left, the way he did it confirmed everything her parents had told her about who she was, ugly and stupid.

When we started the group sessions, Margie had an enormous amount of animosity towards her ex-husband. The lessons in the workbook are focused on childhood but Margie had a hard time staying with her childhood issues. She wanted to vent about her ex-husband at every session. About a third of the way through the workbook, Margie realized we were aiming towards forgiving those who had hurt us. She became very agitated and announced that there was one person she could never, ever, ever, ever forgive…her ex-husband.

Everyone in the group validated Margie’s feelings, confirmed that she had been mistreated, and comforted her in her hurt and anger.

Fast forward to pretty close to the end of our workbook, past the forgiveness part. Margie walked into the group session one night and she looked radiant, seriously glowing. She was happy and excited. She looked like a different person.

“You will never believe what has happened to me!”

Of course, we all wanted to know because we wanted it to happen to us as well.   “What? What?”

“I have forgiven my ex-husband! I don’t know how it happened! I never thought I would forgive him! But I have and I feel SO FREE!! God is so awesome!”

When Margie acknowledged her pain and grieved her loss, she was able, with the power of the Holy Spirit, to forgive. It not only changed the way she felt, it literally changed the way she looked. That was the night I actually “saw” forgiveness.

If Margie’s story has encouraged you or perhaps touched a nerve in you, and you would like to see and experience the healing power of forgiveness in your own life, learn more about the WDA Restoring Your Heart Ministry at www.disciplebuilding.org.