I love awkward situations. What makes most people squirm makes me break out in a fit of laughter. I enjoy watching people react in uncomfortable situations and don’t mind entering awkward situations myself. At this point, you’re probably asking yourself two questions. How does this woman have any friends? Is she about to ask us…
“Are you sure you want to travel there right now? Couldn’t you get… Ebola?” My friend hesitantly asked me this question before my recent trip to Uganda, in Eastern Africa. I found a map and showed my well-meaning friend the actual distance from the epicenter of the Ebola outbreak to Uganda. It’s about 4500 miles,…
Ever feel that your sponsorship doesn’t matter? That your letters don’t make a difference? That you don’t make a difference?
The locusts of everyday violence have been allowed to swarm unabated in the developing world. And they are laying waste to the hope of the poor. – Gary Haugen and Victor Boutros
For centuries, large gatherings and special celebrations across Africa have called for goat meat. In rural Ngaamba, Kenya, this is especially true. That’s why introducing a new breed of goat to this community brought about such remarkable change.
You may have heard Africa referred to as the “Dark Continent.” Did you know that name has nothing to do with skin tone, but was coined by 19th century European explorers because of the mystery this vast land held?
Because of the sacrifice made by her son, Jesus, mothers around the world can know hope.
We desire to serve the neediest possible. Sometimes that means traveling to where buses and cars cannot easily go.
Our field staff are some of the most remarkable people around! Jackie Nyaga is no exception.
Irene and her country, once torn apart by the evil of genocide, now rise from destruction with songs of praise.
Not every child may have the skills or desire to be in the Leadership Development Program, but they do have talents singing or dancing.
Beginnings may not be glamorous, but most worthy causes start small. We fail to remember little choices and little seeds can grow into something massive. Trees are a prime example.
I came home from Ghana with severe chills, headache and a fever. I’d been in Africa two weeks, and these symptoms alarmed me. Could I be infected with malaria?
No matter if we are giving on His behalf for someone in our own neighborhood or across the world: Jesus chooses us to demonstrate His love to those around us!
Mathare is a cruel place. A slum plagued by intense poverty and violence outside of Nairobi, Kenya. Home to more than 700,000 residents.
Because of the trust of God’s people, He gives us beautiful moments of redemption in broken valleys.
There was something about this boy that Katy just couldn’t shake. How could she connect with a child when she didn’t even know his name?
Her rich dark skin was perfect. Her smile made me forget all my worries. If I concentrate hard enough, I still hear her infectious laugh invade my senses.
This little Rwandan child, only 3 years old, changed me profoundly. Her name was Arianne.
There is one in every country, every place you visit. One…
I wasn’t looking for another child to sponsor. But then I saw two things next to her picture on the website: a red heart and a red ribbon.
Josiane, from Rwanda, had been waiting for a sponsor for over six months.
The red ribbon showed that Josiane lived in an AIDS-affected area.
Online, as I added Josiane’s…
How exactly do we define orphan? As we follow Nelson’s journey, we will see multiple definitions of this oft-misunderstood term.
What would it be like to live in a house that was at constant risk of being taken from you — not just for a few weeks, but week after week, year after year? Squatters in Ghana, including many sponsored children and their families, deal with this reality daily.
Speak into the lives of older children and teenagers. It could make all the difference.
No matter how difficult their situation, children in Africa cope with immense suffering. Is this because it’s the only life they’ve known?
Where are you, and who are you with, when you experience deep, soul-nourishing worship?
Bouncing over piles of trash and splashing through rivers of raw sewage, Katy held James’ hand in the front seat of the car, telling herself it was to cheer him. Later she would realize that she needed his hand to steel her and keep her brave.