One House in Bogotá
I am walking down the streets of Soacha, a town of 500,000 that surrounds Bogotá. The neighborhood is called “San Nicolas,” a poor sector with two-story houses made from brick. Above the rooftops hang electric cables.
Shoes are draped over the cables, hanging from their laces. They seem to me to be part of the…
Rosario Shares Love
Every time Rosario enters a class she is received with an explosion of hugs and kisses from her little ones.
“Since I was young I dreamed to be surrounded by children, because I am the youngest in my family and I used to tell God that I wanted to work with children.”
One day the pastor…
Heart of Compassion
Hello Compassion Blog readers. My name is Aaron, and I’m a member of the marketing and media communications team at Compassion Canada.
I’ll be honest, I feel a little strange writing on a blog — I normally spend a lot of time teasing the “pajama-hadin” (Google it and thank me later).
I never thought…
I Pray That My Sponsored Child
In 2009, I pray that my sponsored child . . .
Fellowship of the Unashamed
I’m a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I’m a disciple of His and I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
Christmas Angels
Merry Christmas!
On this day we hope you feel the presence of our Savior as we celebrate His grand love and His perfect will to move us closer to Himself.
“Behold, the virgin shall be with child and shall bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel,” which translated means, “God with us.”
Matthew 1:23,…
Presents for the King
The church was packed with 200 children and their parents, celebrating the pre-Christmas program with the Compassion child cevelopment center. When the host announced the opening of the program, the room burst with clapping.
Laboni was there with her sister Sraboni. Everything around Laboni was entirely new for her. She belongs to a Christian…
Christmas in Colombia
The main room is decorated with Christmas posters. Children are laughing and talking. One can feel the atmosphere of Christmas, the musicians do not stop singing, while children finish eating dessert.
Compassion on National Public Radio
Earlier this month, I told you about how through the creativity of one of our donors, many children have been able to participate in Compassion-assisted programs throughout the world. Since then, the story of Mike Foster’s Junky Car Club in Southern California has taken on a life of its own.
National Public Radio (NPR) will…
One Word
“Seven years ago, I started the simple discipline of picking a one-word theme for the upcoming year. That is right — one word. Not a phrase, not a statement, just a single word. And to this point, it has been nothing short of life-changing.”
If I Could Spend Christmas
If I could spend Christmas with my sponsored child . . .
We Shall Overcome
Recently, a great privilege and opportunity came my way. As it goes in the workplace, something happens or someone leaves, and all of a sudden you find out you have a new project on your hands.
My project was the first-ever Wess Stafford Moody Bible Institute scholarship that was awarded to three of our…
Holes in the Pockets
Aleja wakes up very early in the morning, as she does every Saturday, to go to the market and buy the groceries for the week. She takes with her the same amount of money she usually does, but to her surprise she can’t even buy half of the things she needs.
At home, Aleja has five…
Yellow Leaf Spirits
In the high mountains of Northern Thailand lives an extraordinary tribe who have no written history and whose way of life is disappearing with the forests.
They knew only how to survive in the deep jungle, building homes from fresh banana leaves. They would sleep on the leaves and use them as a roof…
Christmas Memories
It was Christmas morning, and I lay impatiently in my bed awaiting the sound of my parents stirring downstairs. We’ve never been the kind of family that wakes up and rushes to the living room to tear into the gifts before we have properly washed the “eye boogers” out of our eyes (disgusting I know, but…
This post was originally published November 28, but some things have changed.
You have until December 21 to order your child packets, and until January 30, 2009 to mail in your completed sponsorship forms.
If you’re reading this, you’re most likely already transforming lives with us. Or you’re curious about what we do and how we…
My Hero
It’s been a few weeks, but the half is back!
My sponsored child is my hero . . .
Highly vulnerable children in our programs are children at greatest risk of physical, psychological or social harm relative to other children in our child sponsorship program.
Cruising in Clunkers for a Cause
Christmas is that time of year when the news media loves to write about the great things you all are doing as sponsors and donors. A recent OC Register article talks about one donor in Southern California who has put a new “spin” on God’s command to be charitable to the poor and needy. He’s…
A New Season, A New Position
I love this time of year. There is something about November to New Year’s Eve that is simply magical. Everything about the smell of the air, the smell of the kitchen, and the smell of grandma’s perfume intoxicates my senses and consumes my soul. And oh yeah, I get to celebrate my birthday!
Like I said, I really, really…
Double the Hope
Today’s blog post is actually a double – two stories written by Leura Jones, a contributing writer for Compassion who describes herself as “a 30-something mom of four kids who suddenly finds herself unemployed and wondering what’s next.”
I Have Hope Now
Erina, a 32-year-old mother of five, used to ask God to kill her family…
The End of Starvation?
Since the FAST for FOOD campaign began, some of my colleagues who have been on a coffee fast mentioned coffee every day. But the important thing is this — they honored their commitment!
Nevertheless, they eagerly counted down the days . . . I too was keen for the FAST to be over! Skipping a meal a day hurt.
The…






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