One month ago today, as I stood on the Dome floor at Urbana 12 and filled the orange World Vision bag with bars of soap, latex gloves, washcloths, and anti-bacterial cream, I thought about my sister-in-law Rachel.
I have two daughters. One is four years old, and the other will be two in March. Most nights, at least one of them will wake up needing a bottle or a diaper-change or comfort from a bad dream. And rare is the day when my wife and I get to sleep in past 6:00 a.m.
We’ve gathered some of the top tweets (12 of them, as a matter of fact) from Urbana 12 to remind us all of what God started one week ago—and to keep pointing us forward to what he wants to do through us.
Poor is such a confusing word. We normally think of poverty as a bad thing, the kind of thing that shows up in shock-value statistics like 43 percent of people in the world live on less than $2 a day, or poverty causes the deaths of 22,000 children a day.