In the old city of Aleppo, Syria, Ibrahim Nseir stands on the pile of rubble that used to be his church. The building where his congregation worshiped is now broken stones and dust. It’s a sunny day, the bright sky a stark contrast to the destruction on the ground.
Emily Loewen
“Fill me with your love, O Lord,” I say to myself as I breathe in. “And free me from fear,” I think on the exhale.
