This feels like a stupid and small thing to do but I feel powerless and so I’m doing all the stupid and small things I can possibly do to make my voice heard. Sending emails, tweets, posting selfies, making donations, sending money, praying, lighting candles, reading all the news stories even if they break my heart, all of it.

Small acts of peacemaking are still peacemaking.


Now please read my friend and warrior-sister Ann Voskamp’s letter to little Alyan.

There’s enough room for all of you in our imagination of the future, Alyan.  There’s enough room in this land, in our embarrassment of riches, for us to imagine you growing up and opening up books and bringing creative ideas and forging a fresh way and our land needed the hope of you, Alyan. We couldn’t afford to lose you, Alyan.

We couldn’t afford to lose the music only you would make, the ideas only you would have, the world that only could ever be, because you were here with us. There was enough space in our schools, in our streets, in our dreams for you. Your were born for this land’s dreams, Alyan — not a haunting of all our collective nightmares.  

And then

Now go do your own small and senseless act of peacemaking today.

Pick one small stone, my friends. It feels like it’s not enough, I know, but let’s make this mountain move.

This is the point where you wish you could quit :: on climbing mountains and metaphors
When you feel a bit selfish for pursuing your calling
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  • I’m reminded of Ann Voskamp’s story about the postal worker who asked her whether the package she was mailing contained anything flammable, hazardous, or dangerous. “Of course!” she replied, “it’s a BOOK!”
    Words have power to change the course of history: they are the mortar which pull together the living stones in the Kingdom of God… and in cases like this, they light fires for us to act, pray, and move. Thank you for your words. May they be kindling.

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  • Cassie Hale

    World Vision has a Syrian Refugee Crisis donation option. I received an email from them laying out what they are actually doing, so I will be donating to that for sure! There’s is also the ship the family purchased, and they take donations. Sorry, I can’t remember the name of that one.

    • Jennifer Atchley White

      The ship – MOAS (Migrant Offshore Aid Station). Yes, they are in deep need of donations.

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  • Jennifer Atchley White

    Thank you for this, Sarah. The precious little boy’s name is Aylan, by the way. I am not complaining; I just feel like in some way it is honoring to him to get his name correct is all. Thank you for all that you do!

  • zamzimza

    Wouldn’t it be amazing if every church across our “lands” agreed to accept and support a refugee/family, then it wouldn’t just be words but Christian action.

  • Glad for this post kind of linking all these ideas together. I can’t get Alyan out of my head. I told Jason I’ve been an emotionless mess all week – my anxiety is skyrocketing and I’m fussing and worrying over Audra’s every little glance or moment out of my sight, and last night I was lying in bed and I realized it’s because I can’t get Alyan out of my head. I can’t seem to shake that photo, I can’t shake the thought of his mother drowning trying to keep her baby’s head above the water before she worried about her own.

    I can’t shake that it could have so easily been me, and that I would drown in a heartbeat to keep Audra breathing. I can’t shake it. The conviction is growing in me that the reason that I cannot shake this constant cycle of thought is because I haven’t done enough yet to help other refugee women not make the same heartbreaking choice.

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  • ann

    While I believe we need to help, I am concerned about some of the refugees who might be terrorists. While it seems incredible, I have experienced disdain and contempt from refugee men to the point of “my life does not matter to them.” While it is only a very few, all it takes is those very few to get the idea to fly into buildings. Maybe helping them where they are is the wiser thing, but help we should!

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