Mafraq, Jordan
Eerie stillness all around. No music, no vehicles on the road, no talking, just quiet. And then it starts. Four o'clock in the morning and the broadcast of prayers begins, the solo male voice calling out over the loudspeakers from the mosque a few blocks away. The faint echo comes back from far across the land. The picture above was shot from the walkway on the fourth floor of the Alliance church, where I spent a week with four other Oklahoma lads, visiting Syrian refugees, working in a local school, and learning about the situations and daily lives of the displaced people housed in Mafraq. It was an eye-opening experience, and one that will not soon recede from my memory. I will not say much about my time there, as many others express the situation much better. I will, however, share a couple of photos and explain them. The first photo includes Trait and two others working in the area. We were doing a home visit, which includes taking a box of food supplies, visitation, som...