Orphan Sunday

Today is Orphan Sunday.  A day dedicated to kids in desperate situations.  A day dedicated to kids, that every second are being abandoned, neglected and abused.  A day that brings light to a subject that is hard for people to talk about, let alone feel like there's anything they can do.

But today can be different for you.  For a child.  For this hurting world.

All over the United States, churches will be gathering and participating in Orphan Sunday.  There is nothing that brings us more joy than to know there are 24 hours where orphans will be on the forefront of people's minds.  Since God has called us to open Hope House we have been consumed with thoughts of hurting children out there with nowhere to go.  Children who are feeling confused, lonely, lost and unloved because of their circumstances.  We have broken down time and time again over stories, horrific stories, that we have heard since beginning this journey.  We know that for too many children around the world, their lives have been altered and there is only a small window of opportunity to remind them, and show them, that they are worth it.

Today, as you are making breakfast, having your morning coffee, dressing for the day, walking into your churches...would you consider praying?

Pray for children RIGHT NOW who have been abandoned by the very people they thought loved them.

Pray for children who have been sexually exploited and who every moment feel less and less worthy of the love they rightfully deserve.

Pray for healing, both physical and emotional, for kids who have been beaten and abused and who only know that kind of life.

Pray for orphanages that every year are filling more and more, with less and less room and resources to care for the children in need.

Pray for orphanage workers who are weighed down by the job they've been charged to do, knowing the difficulties that laid before and lie ahead of the children in their care.

Pray for how God would want you to respond to the overwhelming need in orphan-care.  Fostering?  Domestic or International adoption?  Giving toward reputable causes?

These kids need us.  We need you.  Hope House needs you.

We have a big feat ahead of us.  A whopping $250,000 to raise to buy the orphanage property and begin construction.  If God is tugging at your heart, inspiring you to give, asking you to help, would you consider donating today and helping us make this dream a reality?  In return helping us change a child's future, making them see their worth and giving them hope.

On the sidebar of our blog there is a Paypal link.

$10.  Start with $10.  Maybe down the road God will ask you to do more.  But start with $10.  Ask your friends to start with $10.  Ask your churches to start with $10.  Make a step towards ending the cycle of orphans.

Stand in the gap for those who are hurting.

"One hundred years from now may it never be said of this generation of ezers that we folded our hands and left God's kingdom work to others.  May it never be said that we ignored the cries of the helpless and focused on ourselves.  Let it instead be said that God used those cries to awaken a sleeping [giant] and filled [them] with a terrible resolve...the church, angered and outraged at the unchecked forces of evil in God's world.  That we made up our minds to do something, that our efforts forced the darkness to recede, and that we left the world better off than we found it.  May we be remembered as a generation who caught God's vision, faced our fears, and rose up to serve His cause."

Hope House Intl. Video

This.  Is.  Amazing.  Our good friend, Reid Olson (Storyteller Multimedia) came and shot this fundraising video for us and Hope House.  What a talented friend we have.  Please watch.   

Invest in this dream.  

Change a child's future.

Hope House International from Reid Olson on Vimeo.

Two Words

There are few words that bring on a mixture of emotions like the two I am about to write: We're Moving.

The middle of the night has become my think-tank.  For the past year, there have been very few nights where I haven't woken up for a few hours with a racing mind.  In the past four months, my thoughts have been consumed with planning, details, playing devil's advocate, hoping, praying and just plain being excited for what's ahead with Hope House.

Three nights ago, I woke up to feed a hungry baby.  He went back to sleep, I did not.  We have a huge mountain ahead of us in raising $500,000 ($250,000 just so we can purchase land).  It has seemed impossible to me.  It feels like more than I am capable of fathoming.  But as I was wallowing in my own pity party an idea came to me that I had never thought before.  What if we rent the property while we wait for the money to come in?  No, that's crazy, I said to myself.  The owner would never go for it.  Before God laid this vision on our hearts to give a home to the hurting, I would have brushed off this idea.  Afraid that the owner would say no before I even knew what he would say, and not even act on the thought because of my fear of rejection.  Not anymore.  I'm not afraid of much; there are kids who need a home.

So I casually mentioned it to Mike the next day.  "Why didn't I think of that?" he said.  And almost immediately, he called the owner and set up a meeting.  I don't know why I am still surprised when God does amazing things.  He's done it so many times in the last four months I should write a book about it.  But when Mike came back from the meeting I was surprised, gratefully surprised.

When Mike suggested that we rent the property from the owner until we come up with the money to buy, the owner about jumped out of his skin with excitement.  And to make a long, beautiful story short, we are moving in August...to the land where Hope House will be built.  And what's more amazing?  The rent that we will be paying the owner?  He's going to count every cent of it toward our final costs.  And at the end of the conversation, Mike said both the owner and his wife had tears running down their faces in awe of how God moves; how He works for those who love Him and want to bring Him glory.

That, my friends, is totally awesome.

So we're moving.  Moving away from everything we have known for the last eight years.  Moving to a community we know nothing about.  Moving our family into a new phase of ministry, uncharted territories.  Moving away from all of our friends.  Moving out of our comfort zone.

But, oh, we are moving towards something so incredible.  Moving toward making a home for children who feel confused by their life circumstances.  Moving to a place that God has prepared ahead of time for us and whatever little ones will be placed in our care.  Moving into new roles as "parents" with the opportunity to love those who have never felt it before.

We're moving, alright.

He Expects Nothing Less

"He called a little child and had them stand among them.  And he said, "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." -Matthew 18:2-3

Our world has become increasingly hateful.  People feel more entitled to their opinions, and to act harshly based on their opinions, than ever before.  We have somehow even disconnected our hateful actions towards others from the fact that they are humans; living, breathing, children of God.  Despite what others believe, their religious backgrounds or lack thereof, as Christians our foundation is based upon a Savior who died for all, even those that do not acknowledge him as Lord.  That leads me to believe that all people are precious children of His, regardless of the labels and judgements we place on them.

There is a reason that so many of us are drawn to the indescribable "force field" a child possesses.  I sit in awe of my children and how they can play for hours with a tree branch and a few pebbles.  Suddenly, our backyard is transformed into a deep forest and those pebbles are all the berries they have to survive on.  But it is not just their imagination that draws us to them.  There is an innocence about them, an untainted canvas that has the ability to make even the most wretched soul join them in their world free of worry, regret and judgement.

When Jesus talks about us becoming like children, he is asking us to take on humility, teachability, dependence.  We have the opportunity to learn from the little ones that are placed in our care and in our circle of influence.  He is revealing through them a way for us to take the jaded film that covers ours eyes and show us how He sees the world, how he sees His beloved. 

In places like The Hole, La Mosca, The Bateys, Haiti; most of us adults can only see the things our Earthly eyes can assess.  Hunger, devistation, abuse...we look at things by face value.  But if we view these places with the eyes of a child we can see so much more.

I love taking my daughter to The Hole.  She sticks out like a sore thumb with her bright blonde hair and porcelain complexion but somehow she transforms into someone else as I watch her.  She doesn't think twice about playing with another child that has a ripped shirt and no shoes.  She has no reservations about shaking the hand of a man, who also happens to be a drug addict.  She willingly gives hugs to women who dabble in prostitution.  Children are given a natural-born ability to love, without hesitation, without judgement.  The kind of love God asks each of us to display to others regardless of the differences between us.

When we step out of our comfort zone and walk onto foreign soil, God begins to slowly transform us with child-likeness.  It's why so many of us return to our homes saying we had come to minister to others but ended up being ministered to, ourselves.  We hug addicts, bring food to the hungry, play with kids who live in trash dumps...suddenly our world view doesn't contain words of judgement or opinion, we just do what we were created to do; love...like a child loves.

The difficulty arrives as we step on a plane and start the trek back to our lives before we saw the world with child-like eyes.  Will we be graceful with our neighbor who drinks too much and plays their music too loud?  Will we bring a meal to the homeless man who sits on his same corner, day after day?  Will we stop plastering our opinions and judgmental renegades all over Facebook thinking that somehow by forcing others to see our way, they will suddenly conform to our beliefs?

We forget that Jesus was attractive to us when we first met Him because He loved us when we were broken, damaged and forgotten people.  Jesus didn't walk into our homes, list off the horrendous things we'd done in our lives and tell us we were hopeless.  He didn't ask us to put down the bottle or take a shower or come back to him when we had our stuff all together.  No, he loved us where we were, in our broken state, with the stench of our past still on our clothes. 

And he expects nothing less from each of us.