|When a child takes his own initiative, you know good parenting has taken place. Diesel Fisher, a 4-year-old boy from Red Deer, recently decided to not only give his tithe to God, but his savings for the whole year to hungry kids in Africa. Throughout the year, Diesel collected his gift money from birthdays and grandparents, and stowed it away in his piggy bank. As he and his parents recently counted it all together, the total came to $110.25.|
|“We taught him about putting God first with money and the 10% tithe, so he set that aside with an open heart,” says Kristi. “I traded the rest of the change for his favourite ‘red money’. Two $50 dollar bills, which he has wanted for a long time!” As any young boy would, Diesel has an obsession with Lego, and, well, investing in silver. But this time, he looked at his mommy and said, “I want to give it all to God.”|
|Kristi has travelled with Home of Hope before on a mission trip to see firsthand what|
This morning we were on the road early with both vehicles traveling for about an hour and a half to the community of Cyuru, where we were greeted with bright, beaming faces of many children who were clearly expecting us. We began our time there with an introduction to a young girl, maybe ten years old. She was the first desperate child rescued by Home of Hope in that area. She was orphaned and living with cows and regularly enduring all manner of abuse prior to our help. We also met an 18-year-old girl named Jeanette whose mom had abandoned the entire family at a hospital when they were young. She doesn’t know who her parents are and has brain damage from being severely beaten. She was shy and kept a hand over her face when the interpreter was talking to her. We couldn’t help but weep as we heard her story. Later we discovered that she has saved some of her sponsorship money each month, choosing not to buy everything she might like, and has purchased a cow
Written by George (HOH Kenya staff) All of her teenage life, Rashida lived in a slum in Nairobi. A place with no security and of constant fear for young girls. Her 3 younger siblings and her single mother had a hard life in the slum. They starved and lacked some of the most basic needs. At 15 years old, Rashida dropped out of school and ran away from home since life with her mother was so tough. She found herself at her uncle’s door in a nearby village. In the village, Rashida did odd jobs like tilling other people’s land in exchange of food. Soon, she found herself making more money than her uncle, and at just 15 years old, Rashida decided to go back home to help her family. She began washing clothes to earn money. Rashida said that she often considered prostituting herself or getting married to a rich man so that they would not want anymore. In her mind, this was the only way out of the slum. She saw her peers get married or engage into prostitution, and every day was a temptation for her to join this style of life. She battled with so many
THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO THE MARKET
Today was an exciting day. I spent the morning in the office with the accounting staff, with visits from my Mom and grandma’s sponsor children. It was so fun to read the Christmas cards to them and then give them each a gift. Obedi was very proud in his new shirt, but took it off and carefully folded it back up once we had taken his picture in it. He loved the soccer ball and left with a big grin. Blessing came a bit later and was delighted to receive new jewellery. She carefully picked out a pair of pink earrings to wear and loved her new clothes. I enjoyed my time with them so much and was so happy to have the opportunity to give them the gifts I had shopped for on behalf of my Mom and Gram.
At lunch time the rest of the team came and picked me up and we drove
|Kenya and Rwanda are two different worlds. Kenya is dirty and not very often do you see something beautiful to look at. Rwanda, on the other hand, is extremely clean and very beautiful. Everywhere you look there are lush green crops, trees, and foliage.|
|Today we drove quite a distance in rural areas to the Buhoro location and I loved seeing the countryside. It’s the land of 1000 hills, and every hill has a thousand goats. Ok, maybe not a thousand but I definitely saw more goats today than ever in my life. There are always people on the sides of the road and the children break into big grins when you wave at them.|
|We began the day at one of the Home of Hope homes where I met my grandmother’s sponsor child Blessing, and my mom’s sponsor child Obedi. Taking a|
Melanie Mitchell went on a mission trip with Home of Hope in December 2013. She emailed people back home with her experiences. We have compiled these emails into 4 part articles. We hope you enjoy it as much as we did!
I have left one world behind and entered another. I’ve been in Nairobi for about 26 hours and I feel inadequate to even try to put into words what that has been like. We began the day at the construction site for the new Dream Centre that will be able to hold up to 200 babies when it is completed. From there we went to the Dream Centre with the littlest babies, up to 2 years old. The children there are adorable and they crowded around the door of the car as soon as we arrived, and one by one held out their little hands to shake my hand. While we were there I heard some of their stories and saw pictures from when they were rescued.
|One of the stories was about Jadon, who was hours away from death when they found|
Ejidiah Wangare was born into a family of seven, her parents separated when she was young marking the beginning of her hard life. She admits that the tough situation at home caused her to run away from home in order to find satisfaction elsewhere. At 17 years old, she joined a group of ladies who lived in prostitution. This became the way of life for Ejidiah, and since she had no other means to survive, she sold herself to men who paid her a small amount of money just to buy enough food for the day. Ejidiah recounts to us with pain and shame how the situation would compel them to sleep with even more than one man in order to earn enough to pay their bills. Sometimes the women would be arrested by the city officials who further abused them, raped them and stole their money. She claims that some of them would force them to undress and walk naked in the street for everyone to know they are prostitutes. Even though all this would happen to them, this was their only way to survive and they continued to do what they knew. One night, Ejidiah recalls a certain
**WARNING – KLEENEX MAY BE NEEDED** Growing up in the Korogocho, Kenya slums, Maurine was a happy little girl just like any child. This all changed when her father left when she was just a young teenager. She remembers clearly the anger she felt at being abandoned, and the subsequent poverty that followed. Maurine still cannot believe that her real father could not just abandon them like that. In our interview, she explains how she grew up with bitterness. This would often lead to anger that could eventually manifest in very destructive ways, tainting her views of men, money and sex. The hurt of being abandoned and the fact that they had to continually struggle for their basic needs subconsciously influenced many of her bad decisions. She found herself depending on men, selling her body to them for a small exchange of cash or even sometimes food, an act she was introduced by her peer group in the slum. She began engaging into casual sex with men, she was desperate, confused, and empty. This lasted a full 2 years. Maurine narrates how she never found satisfaction in sex but it was a means to survive. “I just needed the
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|Mariam was a Muslim and a prostitute. Her cycle of sexual abuse began at the age of 14 when she was abandoned by her single mom. She was taken in by a woman where she worked as a maid. It is in this house that Mariam was first raped. In my interview with Mariam she explains: “I was too frightened to tell anyone what had happened and held everything inside for years. At that time, I did not realize how devastating that event was to become in my life, leading to a succession of problems emotionally and spiritually. Eventually, the things that were hidden deep within me escalated into a dual addiction of alcohol and prostitution.”|
Soon Mariam moved out of that house and went to stay with a group of other ladies that were deep in prostitution life. It was during that time that she became involved with any kind of men that approached her for sex and paid her small amounts of money that she used to buy food. Her addictions to drugs and alcohol had increased
Article by: Mark Weber (Red Deer Express) NEW EXPERIENCE – Dana Jones enjoys time with some children in Kenya during a recent mission trip to the country with Red Deer-based Home of Hope Ministries. Jones taught some self-defense courses during the mission as well. A local peace officer has returned from a mission trip to Africa with a renewed sense of how one’s life can make a profound difference. Dana Jones, a community peace officer with the Town of Penhold, recently returned from a two-week trip with the Red Deer-based Home Church (formerly Word of Life) to various projects connected to the church’s Home of Hope ministries. The trip took the team to both Kenya and Rwanda, with a four-day stint in Kenya’s poverty-wracked capital of Nairobi. Pastor Brian Thomson, who led the group, said there are some 26 slums throughout the city and surrounding area where many are forced to go and search for food everyday. “Everyday was similar – we would feed hundreds of children and ask the pastor of the local area to find the 10 most desperate kids in the area within a