Earlier this year, while her husband was on sabbatical in Peru, sponsor Eunice Lehmacher spent time at the Tesoros del Señor Child Development Center. In her time observing our ministry, she learned six small, but important, lessons.
One of Satan’s favorite tactics is to make you feel impotent. To get you to believe that no matter what you do, it won’t make a difference.
Thailand is full of coffee artists. Wherever you go for a cup of Joe, they try to outdo their coffee competitors with creative patterns and swirls of blended foam.
Emilda’s first race at the Special Olympics Summer Games in Athens, Greece is today, June 26, at 1 a.m. MDT. Division competitions run until June 29. If Emilda wins in these, she qualifies to continue running for a chance to win medals.
Anticipation kept me awake, as did the roosters crowing every half hour. I wake up early and eagerly get ready for the long-planned visit with Ancyto, the Compassion child my family and I sponsor in Haiti.
Vilma chose to hope that she — a woman whom others look down upon because she lives in a cemetery and dropped out of school to clean houses at age 13 — has a purpose too.
Does the money you donate to Compassion produce a good return on investment? Do we maximize the impact of your generosity?
As you know the Compassion Bloggers were in the Philippines earlier this month getting introduced to our ministry in very personal way. Here’s a little of what it what was like for them.
What I found while I was in the Philippines were communities of children living in poverty but not allowing poverty to live inside them. I think it’s because they are also focusing on the One.
Children are given the freedom to start dreaming. They are told they have hope for a future, one that doesn’t have to be controlled by poverty.
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 relatively simple question with a not so simple answer.
The Compassion Bloggers are in the Philippines and I have come along with them. This is our journey, infused with Jesus’ focus. I am going to focus on the child, the one Jesus leads me to, the one who may be alone.
Our latest team of Compassion Bloggers will be in the Philippines May 29 through June 4, 2011. So mark your calendars and be sure to check in often to read firsthand what God is doing to eradicate poverty in this beautiful country.
A table, a photo of a child, and a curious young boy all led us to a trip we never imagined possible!
When I asked how we could pray for the family, Job started to cry. I was told, “Job needs to experience a father’s love right now.”
Sponsorship isn’t about us as sponsors trying to save these children; it’s about us working together to save each other.
“Dear God, why me?” I don’t mean, “Why have you allowed this tragedy to fall on me?” But rather, “why have you allowed such blessing to fall upon me?”
Certainly Tales has already achieved more than most in his little corner of the world. He’s been a role model to his mother. Maybe this same strength his mother saw will be enough to propel him out of the vicious cycle of life he’s currently living in.
What does a child do when her greatest earthly protector turns out to be a predator? What does she think about her heavenly Father when her earthly father is her abuser?
This was one of the worst natural disasters in human history. Millions of people affected. An entire nation shaken. The world captivated. And there was barely a mention on the anniversary. But, I think, perhaps what disappoints me most is the stories they missed.
Sponsored children receive letters from their sponsors. Unsponsored children do not.
Andrea, one of the Compassion workers and our translator, told me that the only time there is a true distinction between a child who is unsponsored and a child who is sponsored is when letters are handed out. It’s a little bit like the unsponsored…
I think the volunteers at this center, the facilitator, the pastor and the director understand the importance of eradication. I know they rely on God for the victory, but I think your faithfulness and your commitment to your sponsored children is running poverty out of the minds and hearts of these children.
The streets are still filled with debris, smoldering tires and overturned cars. Few cars can pass, so transportation is limited to motorcycles and feet. There are still pockets of violence throughout the city, but it’s so much quieter today. Quiet enough for me to think. Which can sometimes be dangerous.
I thought I was imagining it at first. I do have an overactive imagination, after all. But I couldn’t mistake the chanting. I crept to the window, and as icy cold water from the air conditioner dripped on my feet, I heard the city exploding. Nothing had blown over. It had blown up. I lay…
I saw people begging on the streets, just as I thought I would. But I also saw a young man, profoundly handicapped, sitting in a dark alley, pounding his head against the wall. That single image of brokenness, of pain, sits in my chest like a stone. Haiti somehow breaks my heart.