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!”Continue Reading ›
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.Continue Reading ›
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?
One little boy was not playing with the others, but he was smiling as he watched their game. As Lara walked closer to him to invite him to join them, she noticed his completely broken sandals and his mangled, bloody toes.
Each day we have the choice to choose life or death. To worship God by serving each other with joy or to expect others to serve us.