This week, we are in Bolivia with two young men who have a fiery desire to do the Lord’s will and share about releasing children from poverty in Jesus’ name, Cole LaBrant and John Stephen Grice. And the whole idea was inspired by you!Continue Reading ›
The concept of partnering with a church may seem simple enough, but what’s actually involved in choosing which churches we should partner with? It’s a relatively simple question with a not so simple answer.Continue Reading ›
We’re committed to taking this pilgrimage to show you the beauty and poverty of Ecuador. We go to see, to know, to touch, to understand – with an openness of heart and mind – the shared journey we all have as children of God.
One small child had barely enough time on this earth to dig his feet in and get acquainted with it. His short-lived life has made me hope that we’ll never be a people that says, “It’s just one child.”
It’s almost been one week since we returned home from the Blog Trip to the Dominican Republic. We’re slowly settling back into our routines. Remembering how to live in our reality while carefully carrying with us the reality of the children we met. More than 30 blog posts were written by our trip bloggers. It may have been hard to keep up with them all so I wanted to highlight my favorite post from each blogger! Hopefully it will help you this trip if you missed it!
Being born in America, eating every day all day any day, being able to read and write, going to university. If you can say yes to any of these you are the minority in this world. You have influence.
Some days, most days – they’re just that. Days. And then one day. A day that seemed like it would be just a day, breaks open like a piñata you’ve been swinging at for years.
Marlo looks up at us and he knows. He knows he’s becoming a man. And in so many ways as a sacrificial lamb.
Yes changes lives. Yes can change a child’s life forever. Yes can change eternity.
Time used to dance slowly for me. I remember my creeping countdown to Christmas break. Spring break. Summer…The beginning of our lives was marked with seasons broken up for us, with rest. Then there was college and marriage and all the responsibility that piles itself high. It feels like a new kind of time that believes you’ve exchanged wonder for a number. An age. I’m wide eyed in disbelief that it is almost 2015. This year, I’ve told too many people that I am 26. When in fact, I turned 30.