![Freedom Redefined [VIDEO]](https://moisom.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/freedom-redefined-video1.jpg)
by Mo Isom Aiken | On-Camera Work, Poetry
Freedom Redefined So picture this scene, you’ve raped and you’ve pillaged. You’ve murdered, you’ve lied, you’ve destroyed a whole village. And when the High Courts catch you, you’re guilty of crime. You’re covered in blood, you’re punished to die. They explain...
by Mo Isom Aiken | Missions
“…even though I realize I cannot always mend or meet, I can enter in. I can enter into someone’s pain and sit with them and know. This is Jesus. Not that He apologizes for the hard and the hurt, but that He enters in, He comes with us to the hard...
by Mo Isom Aiken | Missions
I paused for a moment at the lip of the plane door. One last moment to feel safe and secure and clean. One last moment in my comfort zone. I sucked in a deep, hot breath of sticky air as an unfamiliar scent encircled my head and tickled my senses. It’s hard to...
by Mo Isom Aiken | Missions
I’ve never camped a day in my life. When I was 11, I read The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and convinced myself I was the reincarnate of Tom Sawyer. I ran through the woods around our house, bare-footed, building forts out of branches and trying to fashion a...
by Mo Isom Aiken | Adversity, Current Events, In The News
A hot tear rolled down my cheek as I worked to straighten my twisted frown and fake a shred of composure. I had told myself I wasn’t going to cry. I saw a wince dance across Coach Miles’ face as his eyes began to redden, as well. I stared into the watering...
by Mo Isom Aiken | Daily Walk
I have never enjoyed running distance. I have always favored sprinting. Quick, sharp, concise movements. Immediate gratification. Immediate results. Fine-tuning my reaction time and response has always been far more appealing to me than building up my endurance and...
by Mo Isom Aiken | Current Events, In The News
A wonderful feature piece written by Grantland.com and ESPN.com writer, Jordan Conn. In other words, my story through the lens of another… LET IT FLY
by Mo Isom Aiken | Poetry
I am but clay in the potter’s hands, a mass amongst many in the workshop of life. Formless and shapeless, no use or demands, simple and naive, unfamiliar to strife. To my left rest many, resembling me, but they’re hardened and drying, crumbling in state....
by Mo Isom Aiken | Daily Walk, Faith, Identity
Anyone who knows me knows that I LOVE my pups. The word love doesn’t even really do justice. It’s the type of love where I’ll sleep in a horribly uncomfortable position on one-quarter of a big bed instead of moving my tiny dogs if they’re...
![The Journey [VIDEO]](https://moisom.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/the-journey-video.jpg)
