Posts made in November, 2011

This Thanksgiving, we want to take a moment and just say “thank you.” Because of your partnership, we’ve been able to provide over 44,000 sponsorships to children in 28 countries, giving them access to necessities like food, clothing, medical care, education, and ultimately an opportunity to hear the message of God’s unfailing love. Thank you for your compassion, partnership, and your outpouring of love to children around the world. We greatly appreciate you and could not serve these children without your prayers and continued...

A few short weeks ago, I was honored to be featured on TBN’s worldwide broadcast of “Praise the Lord,” with host and my dear friend Charles Billingsley. Other guests that evening included Dr. Tim Clinton, John Berry, and David and Celeste Clydesdale. During our interview, I had the opportunity to share a little about what World Help does as an organization, from providing physical help through humanitarian aid and child sponsorship, to sharing the good news of the Gospel through Bible distribution and church planting. We also spoke...

World Help is dedicated to bringing about the greatest change in the most effective way possible. Along with our donors, we strive for penetrating impact. And this Christmas, we are doing just that by joining with compassionate men and women with the vision to touch thousands around the world through Gifts of Hope. These gifts are strategic, everyday solutions to some of life’s most pressing needs. Through our work in impoverished countries, we have seen the profound need for sustainable solutions. Providing temporary relief is not enough....

In the dim light of dusk, they appeared out of the African bush. Covered in dust and grime from miles of travel, the shadowy visitors descended upon the town. Thousands made the journey into the town, creating a massive, moving line of bodies that extended into the countryside as far as the eye could see. I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me. But these eerie images, silhouetted by the last fading rays of sun were not shadows, ghosts, or figments of my imagination. They were frightened children who were very much alive...

After hours of hiking to a remote mountain village struggling in the grips of poverty, I arrived at a small home where seven children lived. One little girl was named Blanca Olivia. She was weak and frail, barely resembling what a child her age should look like. I soon learned that she was dying of malnutrition, not unlike countless children her age in rural Guatemala. Her cry was weak and hollow, her eyes pleading unspoken words that could only be expressed through barely audible whimpers. I couldn’t look away—she had stolen my...