Colonial Place, Norfolk, Virginia – One of our city’s quiet neighborhoods

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A short article I wrote was published in our neighborhood newsletter this month.  There are many things I appreciate about my neighborhood – easy water access with groomed walkways, historic homes, economic diversity and family friendliness.  One highlight of Colonial Place and its sister neighborhood of Riverview is that they are quiet urban enclaves, free from most industrial noisemaking that permeates this city.  I posted the article below and included the relevant graphic, which was unable to be published in the hard copy newsletter.*

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Last summer I stood in the shade of tall pine trees, gently pushing my daughter in the swing, the heat nearly bearable in the enclave of quiet solitude. I glanced at the homes across the street, stately manors with seemingly more character than my own home. Neighborhood envy began to set in. Why didn’t we look for a house in this neighborhood? Before my thought was complete, an aircraft from Chambers Field at Norfolk Naval Base cruised over our heads. Oh, good thing we didn’t buy a house in this neighborhood!

All the neighborhoods in Norfolk hold a unique charm and allure. I don’t begrudge any resident of this city for choosing to live where they live. But I have truly come to appreciate Colonial Place for its historic character and quietness. When visiting friends around town I notice train horns loud enough to wake a napping baby. I’ve been told of ship horns that wake up some Ghent residents in the early hours of the morning. I only hear these sounds, off in the distance, during my waking hours. They are a comfort, signs of the presence of humanity, a bustling economy, progress, urban life – all things I find attractive and would expect in the city. But also things I don’t want to keep me up at night or to interrupt my spring nap on the grass in the backyard.

Trains, planes, automobiles, (and ships) – noisemakers absolutely essential to our coveted way of life. I also add semi-trucks to that list, which we don’t hear in our neighborhood but are staples in areas along local transit routes like Hampton Boulevard.   Drawing upon my personal experience, anecdotal information from friends who hear these noises in their neighborhoods, and the Air Installations Compatible Zones Use Study for Norfolk Naval Base (2009), I overlaid noise zones from trucks, trains, ships and aircraft and confirmed my hypothesis – Colonial Place is one of the few enclaves of solitude in a bustling city.

Aside from noise, residents are also concerned about schools, crime and environmental degradation. We have the power to change and influence those things, as the recent announcement about the improved quality of the river has shown. But the waterways, railroad tracks and major boulevards of the city won’t move any time soon.   Fortunately, the noise they facilitate isn’t something we have to worry about in our pacific peninsula.

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Legend:

  • Orange – aircraft noise
  • Blue – ship noise/horns
  • Gray – train noise/horns
  • Green – large truck noise, heavy traffic

* I do not claim this chart stands up to rigorous academic scrutiny. But I did enjoy doing the research, overlaying maps and coloring, while my kids worked right beside me on their own map projects. 

Norfolk, not the one in England (Part II)

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P1050560Spring – the time of year I’m reminded what a pleasure it is to live in a climate with four seasons.  I don’t always live in a four-seasons climate.  Deserts, sub-tropical and tropical climates have their beauty, but not the kind I see out my front door every spring (pictured at left).  The crepe myrtle is a Norfolk treasure.  These trees line the streets in my neighborhood, giving us breathtaking beauty several months of the year.

Whether walking the streets of my neighborhood, biking a pathway in Ghent, or strolling through the Norfolk Botanical Gardens, I’m always surprised by the vignettes of nature that pop up in the urban landscape – whatever the season.

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Colorful magnolia leaves adorn a wreath in autumn.

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Crepes myrtles in winter.

 

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Cinderella – an unexpected lesson

Walt Disney Studios

Walt Disney Studios

My mother-in-law and I took my five and three-year-old to see Cinderella.  After reading reviews and checking with friends who had seen it, I decided it was suitable.  Honestly, the romance, charm, character development, theatrical costumes, sweeping soundtrack, superb acting (think Downton Abbey) and fitting simplicity of the story line will be grossly under-appreciated by most young children (including my own).  It contains the expected themes – love, forgiveness, kindness, courage.  But in one moment of brief suspense, when the stepmother was exhibiting her verbal cruelty to Cinderella, my five-year-old asked a question that prompted an answer that I’ve been deeply pondering every since.

She was sitting on my lap, her muscles tense.  “Mommy, what’s going to happen?”

“Sweety,” I whispered with a smile.  “I don’t know what the stepmother will do, but we already know how the story will end!”

Everyone who watches already knows how the story will end.

We all knew how the story would end.  Everyone who watches already knows how it will end.  I could tolerate the stepmother’s icy glares because I knew she would not prevail.  More importantly, I knew Cinderella’s story would come to a glorious end, an end that was just the beginning.

“What happens to Cinderella in the end?”  I pursued the issue while the stepmother ranted at Cinderella.  Lil’ P relaxed and grinned.  “She gets married.”  From that point on, she had no further concerns.  She knew how it would end.

This deep truth is one I did not expect to grab my attention during a ‘live action’ Cinderella.  Hope.  Once she found hope and believed the film would end as promised, it shaped my daughter’s perspective on the entire film.  How much more so is this true of where we place our hope in life.

Jesus is the “better hope, through which we draw near to God.”  For those who follow Jesus, this hope is a “sure and steadfast anchor of the soul.”* You know where this hope leads you.  You know where the story ends – no more pain, no injustice, no more sorrow – and a great wedding feast with the Prince of Peace.  This is the perspective that gives us the hope to endure the present and persevere to the end.  This is the perspective my daughter is beginning to understand.

*excerpts from Hebrews 6

 

Norfolk, not the one in England (Part I)

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Early on in the history of willtravelwithkids, I checked the WordPress subject database for current blogs on Norfolk, Virginia.  Norfolk, England kept popping up, with nary a notable mention of the newer city of Norfolk across the Atlantic.  Norfolk, England looks lovely, but that’s not where I live.  I live, for at least a few more weeks, in the gloriously gritty, diverse, urban, historic, East Coast of the United States, somewhat in “The South,” city of Norfolk, Virginia.  It is certainly worthy of a spot in the WordPress Norfolk blogroll.

In my ideal world, I can take pictures of whoever I want, whenever I want.  Walking down the streets I snap pics of cheery school children, a man on the curb eating a burger, a group of businessmen on a park bench, the barista at my favorite coffee shop. . .  But I don’t feel comfortable asking strangers if I can take their photo ‘”for my blog.”  So, I stuck to urban scapes made by man.

Architecture reflects the glory of its creator, but pales in comparison to human faces, which reflect the greater glory of their Creator.  Norfolk architecture, however, is still something to be greatly admired.  This small offering of photos doesn’t nearly encompass the vast collection of post-Revolutionary War, antebellum, early 20th century and art deco structures that pervade the city.  It’s just a taste.

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Norfolk is a port city, a transportation hub, a tumult of industrial activity 24/7.  These rarely-frequented-by-the-average-resident areas hold a singular beauty.  They deserve attention, so I’ve posted some photos of those ‘less attractive’ areas below.

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Part II of this series will feature natural beauty, of which there is plenty in Norfolk, Virginia (and in Norfolk, England as well, I’m sure).

Five Reasons I Vaccinate My Children

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Over the last decade, the issue of vaccinations has developed into a postmodern debate in which we can express our personal opinion, but should not presume to suggest others should ‘come over to our side.’ The debate has flourished over social media, where parents can peruse opinion posts that reaffirm their values and then share those opinions with friends in their like-minded community. This is, after all, exactly what I am doing in this article. There are some strong arguments for vaccination that I think still have not been fully developed in the current online debate, which, arguably, is where most parents get their ‘credible’ information. 1.  I don’t want my kid to get a debilitating, life-threatening, preventable disease. Obvious? Perhaps, yes. In our culture we are not exposed to many debilitating, life-threatening, preventable diseases, so we take for granted our child won’t contract them. Or, if our child should succumb, the disease may not in actuality debilitate or kill our child. It was only a few decades ago that all parents had personal experience with the measles or polio. They either had it as a child, their parents had it, or a family or friend contracted it. I only had to talk to my mother-in-law to find someone with first-hand measles experience. “I was about five. The big impression in my memory is the solemnity. The room was very dark, drapes drawn. They worried about blindness.” The doctor visited the house so she could remain isolation, and not expose family members or people at the hospital to the highly contagious, non-treatable disease. “I do remember feeling sick and not moving. I know when it came to vaccines for my kids, I was all for it for measles.”

There are many debilitating, life-altering and life-threatening diseases. Many are not preventable. I don’t take for granted that some are.

2.  I trust pilots.  You may have heard this analogy before, however it’s very appropriate in this context. When we fly in planes, we trust the pilots are qualified, follow the rules, and have our best interest in mind. We trust the mechanics were well-trained and did their job.   We trust the people in the government have instituted relevant and proper regulations regarding flight. I trust other drivers on the road, that they are following the rules, including not allowing themselves to drive distracted by their phones. I trust the producers of ingestibles. Everyday I eat my cereal peaceably, knowing, believing, they put no harmful chemicals in my organic crunchies. I trust the marketers of essential oils, that their non-government regulated product contains nothing that will cause me harm when I use it as instructed.

There are millions of individuals who I will never meet, but to whom I entrust my family’s safety every day. The inventors, testers, creators and distributors of vaccines are some of those people.

3.   I think traveling with children is important. Whether our trips consist of a cross-country roadtrip, an adventure to visit family in Africa or a visit to Disneyland, we will unwittingly be exposed to disease. Vaccinations aren’t required for a cross-country roadtrip, but I have been asked to show my yellow card as proof of vaccination before entering some countries.   Not being vaccinated could be a factor that limits my child’s ability to take in the glories of Victoria Falls along the Zimbabwe/Zambia border, play a pick-up soccer game on a field in Bangladesh or sit on the dirt floor of a church in Brazil during a lively worship service.  Vaccines safely facilitate these life experiences. You may not travel with your children, but millions of parents around the world do. Some of those parents, for various reasons, have unvaccinated children. According to the International Trade Administration, nearly two million Germans visit the United States every year. Berlin is currently experiencing a serious outbreak of measles that started with a child that arrived in-country from Bosnia. Any number of Germans exposed to measles can travel to the United States, just as Americans exposed at Disneyland can travel to Germany.   We welcome Germans just as the Germans warmly welcome Americans.

Vaccination makes this travel possible without the fear of contracting or spreading disease.

4.   I am a fan of pithy slogans. In this case, no pain, no gain. Not all pain is bad pain. There are few things in the life of a young child that cause pain, yet lead to positive gain. Vaccines are one of them. (Teething and losing baby teeth also fall in that category).    Last week I took my children to the hospital to receive yellow fever and typhoid immunizations in preparation for a trip to Africa. Kids can smell shots a mile away. No amount of reasoning and attempts at educating her to the benefits of vaccines could convince my three-year-old it would be worth it. “I’m going to cry and scream and kick,” she confided.   I sympathized. “It will hurt, but not as bad as when you slammed your finger in the door or when that hot light bulb from the lamp fell on your leg.” She softened a little.   “It’s okay if you cry, but please don’t kick. It will hurt me and I will have to hold you down.” My five-year-old already knows the drill when I ask her why we get shots: “So we don’t die!” I have to rephrase her answer. “Well, we all die. But hopefully with this shot you won’t get really sick or die from that particular disease.” The shots hurt and I hate the look of betrayal on my one-year-old’s face when I allow the nurse to push a needle into his skin.

   But I know this pain is something that leads to greater rewards than a pink bandaid and lollipop.

5.   I love my neighbor. But I don’t love my neighbor more than I love my children. I vaccinate mainly for the reasons already listed (well, primarily #1). However, I also vaccinate myself and my children to contribute to herd immunity because some children cannot be vaccinated. Some parents cannot vaccinate their child because the child already suffers from something life-threatening that has compromised the immune system.   The recent case of a 6-year-old with leukemia made news when his parents requested that unvaccinated children be barred from entering his school.  That parent and child are my neighbor – along with the family from church, my child’s classmate, the mom with her baby at library storytime, the dad pushing the shopping cart at the grocery store with his toddler – all with immunosuppressant conditions. These parents love their children as much as I love my own.

I might not be able to donate marrow, but I can love them by helping to stop the spread of a disease that could certainly end their child’s life.

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Charleston, South Carolina (Part II): Photographic Highlights

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P1070604 Fort Sumter.  Familiar to all students of American history, the fort is located in opening to the channel across from Charleston.  The first shots of the American Civil War were fired by Confederate forces firing on the fortress in April 1861.  But this is not Fort Sumter.  Ubiquitous signs in Charleston direct visitors to the Fort Sumter visitors center where you can take the ferry to the historic site, far off in the distance.  But from the shore along Charleston’s tree-lined streets, the fort pictured is clearly visible and we, like probably most visitors, assumed it was Fort Sumter.  Not so.  It’s Castle Pinckney.  Not very notable in the annals of American history, but it certainly provides a unique foreground juxtaposed against an incoming container ship.P1070585

P1070579From the cobblestone streets to the brightly painted shutters, Charleston is reminiscent of the Old World.  And no stroll is complete until you’ve passed one of the numerous historic and picturesque churches such as St. Phillip’s Church, pictured below, fittingly located on Church St.
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The Charleston City Market provides ample opportunity to interact with local artisans who have passed down their skill from generation to generation.

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Like many cities, Charleston uses blank wall space as an artist’s canvas.  This life-size piece is located on East Bay St.
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From a balcony at the South Carolina Aquarium you can watch the tugboats hard at work, speeding out to meet ships and rotating them on a dime as they prepare to park in the adjacent port.  Dolphins occasionally frolick in the tug’s wake.
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Read Charleston, South Carolina (Part I): The Guts of a City here.

Charleston, South Carolina, Part I: The Guts of a City

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Recent posts on willtravelwithkids have talked about the reality of sex trafficking, something the symptoms of which have become more and more apparent to me as we drive the streets in our own town or drive hours away to another city.  Our children see these signs and related, intertwined issues, when we travel  – drugged teenagers walking the streets at night, homelessness, vulnerable children in poverty living in a shack under a highway overpass in the city.  We travel and visit family for the cultural experience, the academic adventure, the rich historical offerings and the stunning natural vistas.  But we’re learning to travel with eyes open and ready to see and understand so much more.

The joy, the life and the reality of a city is its people.

One evening in Charleston we met one of those people.  A little bit loud and seemingly out of place, he was trying to engage some girls in a conversation that they clearly were not interested in.  We walked by and, observing the situation, my husband asked the girls if everything was okay and, in turn, engaged the gentleman in conversation.  He was polite and eager to interact with him and leave the girls buried in their cell phones.   As we had suspected, he was homeless and was ultimately looking for someone to offer him cash or food.  We don’t give cash, but we invited him to join us for dinner.  He obliged us with his presence and the opportunity to hear his story.

“I was in the Navy.  Look here’s my VA [veteran’s administration] ID card. . .  Just got out of jail today.  Got locked up for an open container. . .  I am homeless because I don’t have a home, but I do have places to stay – a friend’s couch or something.  The VA put me up for the next 30 days in a shelter, so I’m good. . .”

We had dinner at a little Greek restaurant on King Street.  He hadn’t eaten Greek before and ordered a Greek salad with chicken.  “I’d like meat!  Make sure there’s meat!” Before the middle-aged man left to meet his girlfriend (who had called him several times during dinner), we passed along the phone number of someone who could connect him to some help and resources if he needed anything.  As a local Charlestonian and chronically homeless, he was well connected to the city services.  Nevertheless, he was authentically and profusely grateful for our kindness and willingness to let him join our family, our children and my brother included, for dinner.  We also invited him to visit a local church we knew would be more than happy to welcome him in fellowship.  We all shook his hand before he went on his way.

 

P1070578We notice the tourists, the students, the foreigner, the business people, but we also notice the less desirable noticables – those sleeping on park benches or smoking teenagers congregated on street corners late at night.  These are all the people that make up the city – all people we can and should engage with to understand what the city is about and, ultimately, understand the people that are on God’s heart.  None of these are invisible to Him.

As the About Me page has said for years, “The more we travel and meet new people and places, the more we learn about our Creator and what is on His heart and mind.”  Three years on, I can say that our travels and multiple relocations have shaped our perspective and certainly shown us in very close and personal ways what is on the heart of God.  I have also found that we have to be open to seeing with His eyes, not just seeing through the eyes of the tour guide, yelp reviews or our camera view finder.

‘Staying Power’ on willtravelwithkids’ Third Anniversary

When readers continue to view blog posts that have been published months and even years ago, WordPress calls it ‘staying power.’  Next month marks the third anniversary of willtravelwithkids and the site stats confirm that some articles published over the years have staying power.  If you’re new to willtravelwithkids, you may have missed those popular posts.  Now’s the time to get caught up and stay tuned as some major changes are also underway.

First, we’re moving to Romania in a few months and I look forward to sharing our cross cultural adventures!   There are quite a few things I’m looking forward to in Romania, including the natural beauty, the fresh fruits and vegetables, the passionate people and the lack of seatbelt law enforcement. . .  Wait!  Did I say that?!  No actually, those are the words of Americans residing in Romania when they shared some of the reasons – many with a touch of humor – they love living in Romania.  The Top Ten Favorite Things About Living in Romania had staying power and is the most-viewed post at willtravelwithkids.

Sibiu, Romania (photo credit: wikimedia)

Sibiu, Romania (photo credit: wikimedia)

Second, willtravelwithkids now has a Facebook page.  This is where I post individual photos from our travels and links to pertinent articles, including the latest blog posts.  If you haven’t signed up to receive blog updates via email, ‘like’ willtravelwithkids on Facebook.  Posts will then show up in your FB feed when they are published.  This is also an effective way to share articles and photos with your friends as well as comment on what you’ve read if you don’t have a WordPress login (like most blog readers).

Speaking of Facebook, the second most popular post on willtravelwithkids, which continues to get many views, is called Facebook: Devalues true friends (and undermines well-being).  You may, like me, have a love/hate relationship with Facebook.  I think discussing how, why and when we use social media is a worthwhile exercise.  Join in the ongoing conversation and share your thoughts.  Have you thought about why, when and how you use social media?  I do all the time.  Here’s why:

Studies are confirming what we already know – if we aren’t guarded in our use of Facebook, it can have a negative emotional, psychological and, I add, spiritual impact on our lives.

“Are we robbing our true friends the honor of friendship by not sharing our struggles and joys with them in person vice a mass Facebook status update?. . .

Why would someone post a picture of themselves in a bikini on Facebook?  Do they know that half the people who are their friends on Facebook may, perhaps, be married men who are trying to be faithful to their wives, even in their thought life?  It doesn’t matter to you.  It’s your Facebook, so you post what you want, calling it your freedom.  You post about how great your husband is and that he watches your kids for a weekend so you can have a girl’s weekend away (maybe in the name of publicly affirming him or maybe because you didn’t think about it at all), also well-aware that some of your Facebook friends are single moms, moms with deployed husbands or women whose husbands wouldn’t be caught dead changing a diaper.  (If you want to publicly affirm him, you could consider doing it in person, verbally, in front of a bunch of his guy friends).  But your Facebook page is about you, so that doesn’t matter.

You post about your weight-loss successes, pictures included, oblivious to your Facebook friends who are struggling with eating disorders because you don’t know they’re struggling with eating disorders (but statistically speaking, you definitely have friends who are).  But that’s okay, your facebook page is about you.  You post about what an amazing time you had with your girlfriends and the girlfriends who weren’t at the party wonder why they weren’t invited.  But that’s okay.  Your Facebook is about you and how great you’re doing.  And you want your friends to know, those who live in your town and the Facebook friend who was your partner in French class in 10th grade and that Facebook friend who you met at a party a few months ago who you wouldn’t recognize if you saw them on the street or that Facebook friend who friended you because your settings are public and they saw your “like” for a restaurant you don’t remember the name of but you liked something on the menu. . .

Or maybe you don’t want your friends to know.  Everything is great.  See how happy I am on Facebook?  But no one really knows you.  No one really knows you because they’re reading your Facebook statuses instead of inviting you over to sit and talk face-to-face about real life.  Marriage troubles.  Eating disorders.  Relationships.  Anger. Shame. Loneliness.  Isolation.  But not just struggles, joys too.

Maybe you are thrilled about a parenting breakthrough.  You can call a friend who knows you and understands your parenting struggles and can share in your joy.  Does your French partner from 10th grade truly share your joy?  Indeed, should your French partner from 10th grade who happens to be of the opposite sex and who you had a crush on at the time – come on, French class?! – be your Facebook friend, oh married one?  What are we doing to ourselves?  What are we doing to each other?  We’re robbing our true friends the honor of friendship. . .”

Read the complete article here.

The Emancipation Tree: A Story in Place

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We stood on the edge of a chunky, red dirt road.  Really, it was more like a wide trail, moving along the Indian Ocean shoreline.  The sand grass fought to overtake the track and obscure any hints of humanity.  Facing the ocean, we could easily imagine this remote locale had been untouched by history.  But not so.  We turned around and faced a black fence protecting a carefully manicured cemetery that held the remains of soldiers, African and foreign, who fought on this soil in World War I.

We forget the story of humanity leaves markers all around us.

Discovering those secrets, known only to a few and learned only by those who care to listen, excites me.  We recently had that experience regarding a tree in Hampton, Virginia.  A tree.

I’m pretty excited about this tree.

  • It was illegal to educate blacks in the South, slave or free.  But in 1861 Mary Peake taught her first class of students under this tree’s branches.
  • In 1863, in the shade of this aged oak, the first Southern reading of the Emancipation Proclamation took place.  Slaves in Confederate-held territory were declared free.
  • According to the oft-quoted Hampton University website, the tree is designated by the National Geographic Society as one of the Ten Great Trees of the World (though I could not find a substantiating citation on the National Geographic website).

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From a distance or to the quick passerby, this massive oak can easily be misconstrued for a small grove of multiple trees.  Its lower limbs, each the size of a tree trunk, rest on the ground, weighed down by time.  The tree spends its days watching cars enter the highway on the entrance ramp several yards away to the east, and guarding the parking lot to the west that serves Hampton University.  One placard, unnoticeable to the unlooking eye, stands against the low, wrought iron fence that protects one half of the tree.  You would never know the story of this tree unless someone told you.  We know the story because we happened upon it through a remarkable bit of children’s literature.

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Written by Susan VanHecke and published just last year (2014), Under the Freedom Tree recounts in poetic narrative the history of not only the Emancipation Oak, but escaped slaves who became ‘contraband of war’ during the Civil War and established the first black, self-contained community in America within earshot of the then-young oak.  From their escape across the wide channel at Sewell’s Point*, Norfolk, to Ft. Monroe in Hampton, the story highlights three brave men who paved the way for other blacks to find an enclave of freedom in the South during the Civil War.

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Just as one can stand facing the waters on the coast of East Africa and not discern the  events of history memorialized in the soil an eye glance away, so we often discount the story of our place – where we live, move and dwell.  Knowing the story brings understanding and significance to why, and how, things are the way they are today.   Engaging literature such as Under the Freedom Tree exposes our children to those realities at an early age.

In the United States we celebrate Martin Luther King Jr. Day on the third Monday of January.  Perhaps a fitting way to honor the day would be to educate yourself (and your kids!) by visiting the oak that stands as a living monument to freedom.

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There are no signs guiding visitors to the oak, but it is visible from the eastbound access ramp 267 onto Interstate 64 in Hampton, Virginia.  For a close-up viewing, it can be accessed from Emancipation Drive (see map below).

Location of Emancipation Oak

Escaping at Sewell's Point * According to VanHecke, the location where the three escaped slaves boarded a boat and rowed across the river is at the fishing pier on the Norfolk Navy Base.  This location is not open to the public, but military members who have access can visit the unmarked spot (see map below with the red ‘x’ for exact location).

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For more on the Emancipation Oak, visit Hampton University’s website.

Read about the WWI cemetery in East Africa here.

 

Pornography – the truth behind sex trafficking; a post for Human Trafficking Prevention Month

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Travel exposes you to the glorious richness of humanity – cuisine, ethnic diversity, awe-inducing nature.  Travel outside your comfort zone also exposes you to the depths of human depravity.  Exposure and a growing understanding of this reality should not cause us to curl up and stay put in our comfort zone, but should spur us to action.

Today an article I wrote concerning the link between pornography and sex trafficking is featured at Hidden Glory, a blog written by pastor’s wife and counselor Heather Nelson.  In her words, “Warning: This post will be convicting, and uncomfortable, and shocking.”

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“It’s Trafficking Awareness month. . . or something like that.  That’s right up there with Domestic Violence Prevention month, Child Abuse Prevention Month and whatever other month the government decides to tell us about.  The slavery and human trafficking issue, like so many other issues raised by the news, the government, Facebook shares or forwarded emails, make us gasp and wish the morally abhorrent practices would naturally work themselves into oblivion without us – you, me – getting involved.  But slavery and human trafficking, compared to those other issues, seem far more removed from our everyday lives.  I know a  police officer stops at the house down the street to respond to a domestic violence case.  I know children are in foster care in my neighborhood because of parental abuse or neglect.  But slavery or trafficking, in myneighborhood?  My social circle? My city? Surely that activity does not take place around here.  After all, a society that turns a blind eye to human bondage, for whatever purpose, is not my society.

Or is it?

Consider this:

– As of 2012, human trafficking is the fastest growing criminal industry in the world, surpassing drugs and arms in its rate of growth.*

– 80 % of human trafficking cases in the United States occurred for the purposes of sexual exploitation, including forced engagement in sexual acts for the purposes of creating pornography**

– Four of every five sex trafficking victims in the United States are American citizens**

– Nearly 90% of victims in the United States are under the age of 25

– Los Angeles, San Francisco, and San Diego, California have the highest rates of trafficking in the nation.

You don’t have to live in the slums of Thailand to be a stone’s throw away from a trafficker or trafficking-enabler or trafficking client.  These individuals work with you, live on your street and sit next to you in church.  You know them.  Maybe you are one of them.  A sex trafficking client. A user of pornography. . .”

Continue reading the complete article here.

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