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Welcome to Theology of Risk. On this site, expand your perspective on cross-cultural risk, managing fear, and cultivating mature courage through the lens of years of experience in Afghanistan and the Middle East.

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RISK PREPAREDNESS RESOURCES 

Updated December 2020  Holistic risk preparedness is increasingly necessary for those working around the world with the  mandate of Matthew 28. Endurance, resiliency, and hardiness are greatly enhanced when NGOs, global  workers, sending organizations, and partners take the time to prepare for risk.   As risk issues are increasingly a major topic of conversation, concern, and […]

Trauma not resolved in this generation will impact the next.

We live in an age of trauma. Peer into the darkness of our lives or our neighbors, and we see trauma. Cross-cultural risk means accepting trauma will enter our lives. It did for Neal and me in Afghanistan. Trauma is around us everywhere we see a refugee. Never before have there been 80 million refugees […]

2022 RAM Training Schedule

Neal and Anna Hampton will be offering 4 Zoom Risk Assessment and Management (RAM) Trainings in 2022 and 3 to 4 in-person RAM Trainings (More in-person and Zoom RAM Trainings can be scheduled upon request).  The two-day Risk Assessment and Management (RAM) Training (4-days via Zoom) is an adult facilitated workshop experience. It is holistic, […]

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I’m often asked what I wear in Afghanistan and what it’s like to wear a veil.  It’s freedom. Freedom to have a bad hair day, freedom to arrange my chadar to conceal the curve of my breasts and backside, freedom to not be an expatriate for a little while. It means freedom to hide even on the street from the Afghan men’s eyes which seem to strip me naked. When I relax my shoulders and walk less purposefully, less confidently, my eyes downcast and covered by sunglasses, I pass for an Afghan woman. I hear the men whisper in Dari, “Is she a foreigner or local woman?” I chuckle but am silent. On the street, I’m also a free target….freely exposed to groping, sexual innuendos whispered to me as a man bicycles by, free to have stones thrown at me, freely seen as no one’s wife, daughter, sister, mother, friend, or boss. I step inside my gate, and remove my chapan and chadar. Now I’m someone’s boss, motherhood returns to me as little steps run to greet me, and I receive a kiss from my adoring husband. Now I’m free to his loving and gentle eyes which know and enjoy my curves, free to once again be under the protective umbrella of being a wife, mother, friend, colleague, boss, niece, sister, daughter, woman.