Malaria, nearly non-existent in many other Caribbean countries, remains the third-leading cause of death among children under 5 in Haiti. Haiti lacks the public health, sanitation and human resources needed to deliver crucial preventive health and medical services to the population.
It’s 5 a.m., in the midst of complete darkness, and members of the Pentecostal Church of God in Batey Magdalena are gathered in one of the dusty streets of this sugarcane-cutting community. Worshiping the Lord, they pray for spiritual healing for their people.
Claudio, now a civil engineering graduate through our Leadership Development Program, is…
After his father’s death Samuel found himself on the streets at 5 years old. He felt abandoned and thought his fate was to become a drug addict or a thief.
A group of women from a Lutheran church in the United States decided to sponsor Jean Chery. It was because of their sponsorship that his reality began to change.
Poverty does not just bring hunger or ill-health. Poverty robs children of their joy and takes away their opportunities and hopes for the future.
On graduation day, families celebrated not only their completion of the Child Survival Program, but also the end of the most vulnerable time in their children’s lives.
What would you like to know about the country where your sponsored child lives?
Sports teach children about unity and trust, about how to express themselves more freely and sports can help children discover their gifts and talents.
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?
God never abandons his children. He is never late, but He is never early either. Rather, He is ALWAYS there.
“It was as when the stones speak. I opened my eyes and said to myself that God was calling me to something more. My dream is to become an ambassador, and at the utmost degree, represent my country as the president.
Our long-term strategy to help rebuild Haiti embodies four key areas — equipping pastors, offering child protection to highly vulnerable children, creating income-generating programs, and reconstructing Compassion-assisted child development centers.
For a number of Haitians, fear is being challenged by hope. Optimism is battling against fatalism.
As many other Caribbean countries, Haiti has a very rich cuisine. Haiti however, maintains an independently unique flavor.
Meeting Joel gave EJ a clear picture into the ways that Jesus’ followers need to work together to care for each other.
Sponsored children need encouragement from sponsors who believe in their potential to do well. Words of encouragement in a letter can make all the difference.
When EJ Swanson stood in his sponsored child’s tiny, nearly un-liveable house with walls leaning sideways, spiders in the rafters and a muddy floor, it hit him: “Sooner or later, we have to stop watching, and do something!”
Traveling with a medical missions team in Haiti, ministry advocate Juli Jarvis expected to have very little involvement with our ministry. She was pleasantly surprised, however, to experience the opposite.
A trip to the Dominican Republic gave Compassion artist, Robbie Seay a unique opportunity to see how child sponsorship shapes the lives of children living in poverty.
Life sometimes has a way of taking us back to the beginning, back to our roots, to the very thing that motivated us in the first place. One sponsor is going back to Haiti, where her journey with Compassion began.
As we ate our final Lenten meal, anticipating the feast of Easter Sunday, the grand mystical celebration of life breaking past death, I felt content. Thankful.
Saidel is his father’s 30th child. His mother, one of his father’s five wives, died when Saidel was only 3 years old. After his mother’s death, he was taken in by his older sister, a street vendor named Mireille.
Carl was the last to get on his horse, and he realized that the entire village had come out to watch him mount up. “Big Papi!” they chanted as they all laughed.
When exactly does that happen — that our joy is snuffed out, stuffed down or smothered? What happens to stifle that unspeakable joy that used to well up at the slightest provocation?