Do the children we sponsor know how much they mean to us? Do they know our name?
The lies of poverty tell a child that they are broke, unfixable and hopeless. But then there is Jesus. And Jesus tells a very different story.
Not every child in class is called up front to receive a letter. Some are handed a Bible verse on a small piece of paper that the center staff prepared for them. Children know the difference, and although they value the encouragement most of them hope they’ll receive a letter soon.
You, the sponsor of a child living in poverty, are a hero. And you may not feel like a hero, but you are one.
My trip to meet the children I sponsor actually began in 1955. That was the year my parents-in-law loaded up two toddlers and flew to their new home in Siguatepeque, Honduras.
A fast, rhythmic sound comes from one small classroom. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. It’s a tailoring workshop where children between 11 and 16 years of age operate around 25 high-speed sewing and stitching machines.
May love drive away the darkness and paint a bright future into the souls of these children. May our hearts be torn apart and filled by the peace overflowing in the laughter of these lives.
Eduar’s mother begs him to come to church with her. Sometimes he refuses. He is too afraid. He knows his delicate, young mother cannot keep him safe on the trek through the neighborhood to the church. He hears the crack of gunshots day and night.
No matter how bad Carmen feels physically, or how bad she’s doing economically, she diligently gets up every day to get her grandchildren ready for school, the child development center or the church.
The children at the Santa Lucía student center are learning some valuable life lessons from growing their own tomatoes.
The people of Nebaj live in a beautiful place, but it is very far from the city, and many times their needs are forgotten. Needs such as clean drinking water.
Shortly after Luis’ parents separated, his moods often changed from happy to sad. His heart was hurt and in need of much love.
During her time at the development center Mariela accepted Jesus as her savior but it was not until she went to the university when she fully understood everything she learned as a child.
The Fourth Nazarene Church in Nicaragua wants to do something for their neighborhood. In their community, alcoholism, drugs, gangs and violence are common, and the church needs good soil in which to sow seeds that will bear good fruit.
Little by little, walking became difficult for Kendry. She needed help to do simple things like walk, hold a glass, color, and unbutton her shirt or pants.
Our release cost the Father His only Son by the way of His broken, holy, sacrificed body. Release costs. It always costs.
This trash dump in Nicaragua is where mothers, grandmothers, men and children come to make a living. It’s where they find their lunch. For children it’s where they play and take their midday nap.
Twice a year we take a team of bloggers to the developing world to learn about our ministry. This week the team is in Nicaragua. Take a glance at what the bloggers will witness firsthand.
Our team of Compassion Bloggers will be in Nicaragua from June 18 through June 22, 2013. Throughout this week you will experience a unique glimpse of what it is like to live in this beautiful Central American country.
Despite the hurt and past experiences, Veronica has hope that her daughters’ futures will be different. Our ministry is fueling that hope through the local church and child development center where they are registered.
Alejandro and Nixon are cousins who have also been friends most of their lives growing up in El Salvador. They are “first cousins,” a term that, in their culture and language, means a close relationship and is literally translated “cousin-brothers.”
What would you like to know about the country where your sponsored child lives?
This was a fun experience. I was experimenting with the camera and decided to take one photo of me. I forgot to smile, but I liked this photo anyway.