Atlanta is a front door to people from different countries who bring their distinct cultures with them. In one city just inside the perimeter, you find a long name for a small area. In Clarkston, in just a one-square mile radius you find opportunities to reach out in God's name many resettlement refugees from Bhutan, Congo, Phillines, Somalia, and Sudan. I was recently blessed when meeting some ladies from these areas who meet throughout the week to learn a new profession as they begin their lives fresh in a country full of promise and protection from what they've known. These ladies are gathering together, much like in community groups like Americans used to do back when ladies would quilt or knit together, and learning to bead, sew, and knit products to help them sustain their own minimal living expenses. We could learn a thing or two from these women: strength, endurance, patience, and the longing for a community once again. Hopefully in turn they can learn a few things from us because of our faith in the one and only holy God we serve who loves them just the same
. Here are some photos which hopefully tell their story.
