Showing posts with label Compassion International. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Compassion International. Show all posts

4/28/09

2009 India Bloggers


From April 26th to May 2nd, five bloggers will witness firsthand the ministry of Compassion International to the poor of East India. Visit this page to hear the stories, see pictures, and watch videos from Kolkata. I have followed bloggers like these on previous trips and the stories have been incredible.

Ranking high on my dream list is to visit our children one day, especially Ruth. I want to give her a hug and hear her stories and tell her that she is beautiful. One day, we'll step foot into Bolivia and we'll get to do just this. One day we'll learn more about a breathtaking God from His daughter on the other side of the world. One day.

Also pencilled in on the dream list is to go on one of these blogging trips. God, children, writing, justice, travel, stories, love, and hope all tangled up. Not sure what could top that. Someday when the kids are older. And, well, if I get chosen. That's sorta required.

For more information about Compassion International or to sponsor a child visit Compassion.com.

3/11/09

Global Food Crisis


One person in seven goes to bed hungry every day.
One third of the world's population is malnourished.
There are 25,000 starvation - related deaths every day.

And I complained about the price of cheese Sunday.
Perspective is a powerful thing.

What we can do:
2. Donate here.
4. Blog, facebook, talk to spread the word.
5. Become a Compassion advocate.

3/9/09

Honkin Bag of Potatoes


Great picture of our Compassion child Ruth (2nd from right) and her family, after receiving our youth group's gift. Everything in the picture was provided with the money (including sneakers, bookshelf, honkin bags of potatoes and rice, etc.) Thanks, Michele, for scanning this for me:) And thanks, PBC students, for your continual support of Compassion. You guys CAN change this world. And maybe, you already are. Love you.

2/27/09

Crazy Weird Timing

I've been trudging out to the mailbox for 5 months now. Every day, with kids in tow, in calf-deep snow and in freezing rain.

Normally I never check the mail. Neither does Paul for that matter. And the mail carrier, I'm pretty sure, totally hates us. Cause she stuffs and crams and rearranges and stuffs some more till she gets every last phone bill and pizza coupon to fit. She really is the woman. And we're mail checking delinquents. But anyway, back to why I've been checking religiously.

On September 11th, we received a heart breaker from one of our youth group's sponsor children, Ruth, informing us that her mom had passed away. Within 10 days, our jammin' incredible students pooled together 300 dollars, which is the maximum gift we could give Ruth's family. Ever since then, I've been waiting for a letter.

And we've had letters. Lots of letters from Ruth, in fact. But not that letter. Not that one. Till yesterday.

The kicker? Yesterday was my birthday. I've been waiting 5 months for one letter and I got it on my birthday. Of all days, my birthday. Though I'm not huge on birthdays, there isn't anything I've wanted more than this letter. And I got a picture to boot.

Ruth's family was able to take a special shopping trip to Alto City with the donated money. They bought food and furniture - a bookcase, pots, a kettle, pans, spoons, knives, forks, cups, blankets, a bed-cover, rice, sugar, potatoes, flour, more sugar (I take it she likes sugar - that's our girl), oil, and sneakers for all her siblings.

"When I got your gift, all I could do was cry." Ruth thanks us all over and over and asks God to bless us again and again. It confounds me that she asks God to bless us more when we've already been given riches. Even more amazing is that this girl who has almost nothing has given us so much in her life, her letters, her love for Jesus.

You can't tell me that this was an accident, perchance, crazy luck - that we would receive her letter yesterday. Cause I would say this is the work of a God who takes great delight in His children. A God who quiets with His love. A God who rejoices over us with singing.

By means of a letter from a child in Bolivia.

11/18/08

Joy and Resolve

My Dad lost his job last week. He was hoping to bank in one and a half more years for a retirement package. Nope. He'll get a small severance, but nothing like he would've had. He'll soon be a part of Rhode Island's 10% unemployment rate.

Paul and I splurged Friday on a dinner out. We strolled right on in, along with a party of thirteen, and were surrounded by empty tables. Normally, this place would've had a 90 min wait. Our waitress said that the economy is crushing them.

Our nation's financial plunge is pretty scary. Yet despite the recession, Compassion International's giving is up. More children are being sponsored now than ever.

What?

Paul stumbled on these quotes the other day from Francis Chan.

"In this universe, there is God, there are people, and there are things. We should worship God, love people, and use things. But if we start worshiping ourselves, we will ignore God, start loving things, and using people. This is a formula for a miserable life, but it characterizes many people today."

Okay, frankly, this often characterizes me. But I think I'm finally starting to get it. Well, maybe just a little. And based on Compassion's financial reports, I would say that I'm not the only one.

Is our economy causing us to get priorities back in order again? God, people, things? In Deuteronomy 10:21, it says, "He is your praise; he is your God." Our praise who becomes our love who becomes our life, lived out in the small things...

With Christmas music already cranking in the retail stores, I'm so hoping we'll approach the birthday of a King with great joy and great resolve. Joy to celebrate. Resolve to worship just One.

And as we worship, may we love others with the treasures we have received. Whether that be our own tikes or that waitress who is pulling a double or those Compassion children still waiting for a sponsor.

May the world see that He is our praise. He is our God. Yep, even in a financial meltdown.

10/15/08

Bailout Plan

Loved loved loved this post by Tim Glenn. It was posted on Compassion's blog. If you don't sponsor a child from Compassion, please consider doing so today. It sure does mean the world to us. I can't imagine them. Here is what he had to say:

“It’s extraordinary to me that the United States can find $700 billion to save Wall Street and the entire G8 can’t find $25 billion dollars to save 25,000 children who die every day from preventable diseases.” –Bono.


I don’t mean to make light of the current economic crisis in the United States, but there’s a part of me that wonders if we don’t deserve this.

As a country, we have been getting fat and lazy while two thirds of the world struggles just to stay alive. Not all of us, mind you, but collectively — as a country — we’re complaining not because we can’t survive but because our luxuries cost us more than we want to spend.

We want cheap gas and “affordable” four-bedroom homes. We want 200 channels on television and to be able to go out to eat two or three times a week.

As Americans, many of us believe we deserve those things. There’s a sense of entitlement. Meanwhile, on the other side of this tiny little planet of ours, someone is praying, pleading to God for a slice of bread.

So our government is working on a bailout plan. How can we maintain the “American way of life” without suffering the consequences of our decisions? A loan. We’ll loan ourselves money and turn a blind eye to the root causes of greed and selfishness.
We do that so well, don’t we? We attack problems by trying to change the circumstances, instead of battling the root causes. I know I’ve done it in my own life, so this is as much an indictment on me as it is on anyone else.

Then I start to think about the poor.

What is the bailout plan for that family living on less than $2 a day in a developing country? The family who struggles not with wants for luxury but needs for survival. Who will bail them out?

The answer, oddly enough, is us. Yes, the same “us” that’s struggling in the midst of this economic downturn. When our economy is bad, it trickles down to the poorest of the poor.

Higher food costs and fuel prices mean their $2 a day doesn’t go nearly as far. We have to look beyond ourselves, now more than ever, to be the church God intended us to be.

The Church is God’s bailout plan for the poor....

I’m not saying we should throw money at poverty and turn a blind eye to its root causes. I understand why Bono is frustrated over the lack of funds, I really do. But money alone won’t stop poverty.

It goes deeper than that. Besides, I think the Church can do better than any government. We understand the spiritual implications that despair and hopelessness cause. And no one can meet those needs better than the Church. If we’ll just be the Church.
This is a time to pray. Not just for the economic crisis in our country, but also for the ones hit hardest — the poor. And, there’s something else we can do: give more.

That’s right . . . more. I know it sounds odd, but what if, instead of hording our money during this time of economic struggle, we decided to be more giving? Wouldn’t that be something?
Imagine the headlines: GIVING TO THE POOR IS UP — EVEN AS STOCKS DECLINE.
At the very least, we can’t afford to cut back on our giving. The poor simply cannot survive if we do.

I don’t know what giving more means to you. It could be sponsoring a child. It could be giving to a fund that feeds the hungry.

Maybe it means going on a mission trip and getting your hands dirty. But this is the time to do it. Now. Not tomorrow. Not to change circumstances . . . but to attack the roots.

9/24/08

$300 and She Loves Nebraska

I love our youth group students. Absolutely love them.

I love the could care less about God students, the ceiling dwellers hanging upside down, the students who get it - like really get it and live it, the Mountain Dew drinking spitfires, the kids with questions - hard questions, the athletes and band members and artists and AP everything students...

I love that we have students who are living out their faith now as twenty somethings and desperately seeking after God. I love that we have former students who are struggling to find their way. But they write and sometimes call and we hang on their words and hurt with them too. And those students, well, we couldn't love them more. There is always grace at the cross. Always.

Tonight we had our regular small groups. There was a badly sung birthday song, gooey yummy brownies and soda, Paul rambling with the announcements ( I love you honey and I can't think of anyone who loves our students better than you:) There was great insight into Luke 9:25, "What good is it for a man to gain the whole world, and yet lose or forfeit his very self?" There were random, out of nowhere, "I love Nebraska" comments and giggling and story telling.

And then there was the $300 that the students raised in a week and a half!!!!!! Ahhh!!!!! Since Ruth's mom passed away (their Compassion child), we challenged them to raise the maximum amount of money that we could give Ruth's family (in honor of her mom.) $300 and a bunch of teenagers and a week and a half and a girl loved on in Bolivia. Beautiful...

If that weren't enough, I sat in Heather's small group today. These girls have been raising spare change of their own accord. There were these little falling apart decorated Styrofoam cups with money in them. I think they called them Cups for Causes. Money for a crisis pregnancy center, a local family who had a fire, Operation Christmas Child boxes, and former students now in the military. The girls were giddy over them and brainstorming ways to love people... with quilts they didn't know how to make, brownies, baby clothes, and more talk of whipping up quiltage.

I'm really not sure what God has in store for these students, but I've got to say there's a good bit of hope, faith, and love going on. Stored up in simple prayers, big dreams, and spare change in little Styrofoam cups with wings.

I love our youth group students. Absolutely love them.

9/11/08

A Need for Compassion

"Every child you encounter is a divine appointment."
- Wess Stafford

Monday night, we received this heartbreaker from our youth group's other sponsored child, Ruth. Excited to receive another letter from her, I ripped it open and began to read aloud:

Dear Mr and Mrs Charles,

We send many greetings to you. We thank you for your letter you sent to me. Always I pray for your good life. I send my greetings to all of you in your family and youth group.

I am fine but sometimes sad with my siblings because the death of our mother. She dies in last April in the hospital. She was so sick.

How are you and Selah and Adden?

I ask you to pray for my father Juan please. Also for my siblings and me. Our life is so hard without our mother. She was so kind. I know that the Lord is my strength. I love a lot Jesus as I loved my mother.

In my Student Center we the children play sports. My team was defeated but we hope to win next time.

With all my heart, I love you. Please write soon.

How are you all?

With Love,
Ruth


We wish we could fly to Bolivia and cry with Ruth right now. And take her to the park and take her pain and make her smile. And love on her like we would our own kids.

But we can't.

What we can do, is ask for compassion. Please pray for a broken heart to be healed. Pray for her requests earnestly.

Pray also that our youth group students can scrape up $300, the maximum gift we can give her family, in honor of her mom. Ruth's child development center staff will buy items her family needs - new beds, livestock, food supplies, whatever.

That kinda gift would be way cool.

Thanks for holding out Ruth's needs to Jesus.

Much Love,
Kristin

9/8/08

Rodean's Letter

Here is our most recent letter from one of our sponsored children, Rodean.

Rodean is sponsored financially by our youth group students, with help from us when needed. I try to write the children the day I receive their letters (otherwise it never gets done.) As you will read, I have neglected this over the last few months and it turns my stomach that I didn't take 10 minutes to write.


Dear Mr and Mrs Charles,

Warmest greetings to all of you there my beloved sponsor. I'm so happy upon receiving your letter. And I really understand why you are not responding sooner to my letters.

Don't worry for it. It doesn't matter. I'm here waiting for your reply.

This vacation, I'm staying at home and enjoyed playing with all my friends. I also helped my parents gathering firewood and accompanied with me are my older siblings.

About our family, thanks God He never leave us. He always meet our needs. And we're happy serving the Lord.

Please continue praying for my good health always. Thank you for always keeping me in your prayers.

And I am hoping that my sister Selah and brother Adden are happy.

About us here, typhoon just left but thanks God we're all safe, no damages happened. How about you?

"For the upright will live in the land, and the perfect will remain in it." Proverbs 2:21

God bless you all.

Love, Rodean

Isn't he a sweetheart? I love how he says, "God always meet our needs. And we're happy serving the Lord."

If God has met your needs, would you consider providing for a little guy named Van? Van is 6 years old and in kindergarten. He loves basketball, swimming and singing. His birthday is March 11.

Van has been waiting to be sponsored for over 6 months now.


That's too long to wait for basic needs to be met.

6/11/08

Health Care Haves and Have Nots

The kids have been miserable of late - high fevers, chills, coughs, no appetites, and lots of crying. Adden is in the midst of Roseola and Selah just seems to have tons of congestion and an evening fever. Thankfully, Paul and I have dodged stuff thus far. Though it stinks to look in their cloudy, sick looking eyes and though it's not so much fun to have to deal with, I can't help but think how good we've got it.

We've got clean water to drink, affordable health care, 24 hour access to amazing medical professionals, and medicine to relieve their symptoms. If Adden didn't make a complete turnaround in an hour Saturday night, we would've landed in the ER. It would have been inconvenient, we would have had to wait a good while, and we would have been nervous for our little guy, but it would have been posh - clean facilities, 20 minute drive in our little Mazda 5 (or is it 6 or 7? I'm so bad with numbers!), and great doctors and nurses. (The staff at Children's is phenomenal.)

Contrast that with a mom who has a feverish, lethargic little one and no meds or clean water to give him, no one to call, and no access to transportation. My heart breaks for these women who carry their children miles upon miles to the nearest clinic in scorching heat, only to find out it's too late. I don't mean to be a Debbie Downer here, but it happens all the time, every day. This is an injustice.

Paul sent me to a blog a while ago of a short-term medical doctor journalling her time in Haiti. She is now back in the states, but the archives of her days are still available at sleepydoctor.blogspot.com. She tells countless stories of poverty, suffering, terrible medical conditions, and an extreme lack of funding in her facility. Yet she also journals stories of hope, healing, and sacrifice that give promise to the country of Haiti.

If you have the means and even if you don't - please consider supporting medical missions somewhere in this world. Consider personally encouraging doctors that your church may support, going on a medical missions trip yourself, or giving to those who do this stuff everyday. Here is a skinny list of organizations to check out:

Real Hope for Haiti (realhopeforhaiti.org) : a faith based organization that is intentional in its efforts to improve the quality of life for the citizens of rural Haiti, while communicating the Gospel of Jesus Christ. For $10 a month, you can treat 30 people for Malaria. For $20 a month, you can deworm 128 kids. For $40 a month, you can provide a monthly supply of formula for a child. Not too shabby.

Compassion International (www.compassion.com) : for $32 a month you can provide for a child's
education, health care, and nutrition, among other things. You will also allow a child to hear about Jesus, the One who came to bring hope to this world. This organization is the real deal. I reread at least 25 old letters last evening from our sponsored kids. Roberto, the oldest, has been a part of our family for 8 years now. Wow. He'll be graduating from the program soon!

World Vision (www.worldvision.com): a Christian relief and development organization dedicated to helping children and their communities worldwide reach their full potential by tackling the causes of poverty. World Vision has this cool gift catalog, by the way, that enables you to make a donation in honor of someone. I personally can't think of a better gift! For $41, you can provide basic immunizations for one child. For $50, you can provide safe drinking water for a school. For $39,000, you can build or renovate a health clinic in Africa (okay, well this one is way out of our financial league, but it would be very, very cool!!!!!)

Hoops of Hope (www.hoopsofhope.org): a mission started by a teenage guy that provides care and hope to the 15 million children orphaned by HIV/AIDS by encouraging people of all ages to participate and raise funds through annual free throw shooting marathons. We're praying that one of our teens will head one of these babies up. It would be an absolute blast and would raise money for an awesome cause!

Any other worthy organizations you know of? I'm curious to learn about more. Thanks!

4/7/08

Money and Time and Words and Life

In honor of a little Ugandan boy named Dickens, David Kuo writes, "I just know that I am required to do something. That means money and time and words and life. And it means remembering a little boy and finding the strength to believe that I will see him again one day and when I do I will not recognize him because he will not be poor and he will not be sick and he will have no tears and no disease. "

The rest of this article is a heart breaker, but is a necessary read. I especially appreciated his packed suitcase as his visual reminder of the pain and suffering that is taking place around the world. I think we all need some sort of similar object in our homes, not to depress us, but to encourage us to provide hope to those who need it - hope in the form of money and time and words and life. Hope in the form of something more than inactivity and apathy.
 

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