Dispatch from Lesbos

Leaving Lesbos: I have walked a mile in the sandals of a refugee

After a month spent among refugees, Edward Mulholland heads home with a new understanding of the power of personal encounters, and a heart full of prayerful hope for the people he leaves behind

Greece lives on the edge, and the faithful sons of Aeschylus deserve a medal

The perception that Greece has twiddled its thumbs through the immigration crisis couldn’t be more wrong

Departures and Homecomings: Losing home, and the idea of home

Families lament the absence of loved ones with the phantom pains of an amputee

Faces in the Lesbos crowd: Stories you wouldn’t wish on your enemies

Kara Tepe refugee camp is filled with real people who have suffered tragedy and terror, finding brotherhood in pain

The family circle: Refugee hospitality toward the Westerners who help

Syrian shopkeepers and archaeologists share their meal, their coffee and their stories with an American volunteer at Lesbos

Welcome to Chai-Town: The importance of communi-tea

What bubbles up from the large pot is not just tea, but a chance to be human beings together, in a difficult place

Why I bought 100 pairs of underwear in Turkey, just before the attempted coup

A generous parish and a day off from Lesbos provided an interesting, exhausting day of shopping

“Hard Times” and the children I never met

“There was a shipwreck today…only two had life vests…” 4th Dispatch from the Kara Tepe refugee camp at Lesbos

Dispatch from Lesbos: Daily bread? “Feed them yourselves…”

3rd in a series from the Kara Tepe refugee camp; if clothing distribution is emotionally draining, food distribution is something else

Coming apart at the seams, in Lesbos

Second in a series of dispatches from the Kara Tepe refugee camp; who knew clothes could break your heart?