Showing posts with label african missions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label african missions. Show all posts

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Do not despise the day of small beginnings

When I stood in front of our Vermont country church of thirty-odd people and suggested we go on a mission trip, I never imagined what God would do with that desire and handful of people (the story, Call of a Coward to come out in August under Thomas Nelson).

One of the first to volunteer was a solid Vermonter named Ernie.He cooked our breakfasts over camp stoves and Baja sunrises, fashioned animal balloons by the hundreds and loved on kids in a world far different from the one he was familiar with.

 Today his daughter lives in Africa, and although I am sure it must be bittersweet for her parents, she feels that this is where she belongs. She is not a mission or organization, she is just one whose heart is to serve. I am reproducing her facebook post, in case someone reading this is willing to invest in one, the least of which...


I am not a ministry or a non-profit, I am just one person trying to help. My husband and I are already sending 3 kids to school (not including our own!), and financially we can't do any more. But these kids are so desperately needing help, I said I would at least try to see if I could find some kind-hearted people out there that can give them a hand-up in life. There are no overhead costs, and no administrative fees, so 100% of any money given will go straight to the purpose intended. The US dollar is very powerful in Kenya, and a little help can go a long way. The cost for a complete school uniform is $12 USD. The cost of school fees for one 3-month term (each school year is divided into 3 terms) is $20. These are real living, breathing kids, and I invite anyone to make the trip to Kenya and see them for yourselves... see their home-life, see their school, and see their beautiful smiling faces. If anyone is interested please email me at actualmaureen@yahoo.com If you can't help financially, maybe you could share this on your facebook page?

(Girl at top) My name is Cynthia Ambulwa, and I am 9 years old. My mother has died of AIDS. My father is also very sick with HIV/AIDS. He is no longer able to care for me, so I have come to Imanga to live with my aunt. My aunt is a widow with 9 children. I used to go to school, and I am in the 4th grade. I am slightly undernourished, but otherwise my health is good. My favorite food is rice, and my favorite activity is running. I am helping my aunt around the house by carrying water from the well, caring for the other children, helping to prepare the food, gathering firewood, and working in the garden. I would like to go back to school, and my dream is to become a teacher, however my aunt can not afford to pay for my uniform or school fees.

 
My name is Samuel Mutuli, and I am six years old (I will be 7 in June). I have never known my father, and my mother has abandoned me. I live with my elderly grandmother in a mud house with seven other children. I am small for my age due to malnutrition and my health is poor. I have chronic allergies, and I am severely allergic to bees. (I nearly died recently due to an accidental bee sting.) I like to talk A LOT. I like to pretend I am driving cars, dig in the dirt, and play chase with my friends. My favorite food is chicken, but we only get to eat it on special occations like Christmas. I do many chores around the house including carrying water from the well, caring for animals, weeding in the garden, and watching the smaller kids. I do not own any shoes, and I have never gone to school. My grandmother is a widow and she is unemployed. I would like to go to kindergarten, but my family has no money to pay for my uniform and school fees.
 
My name is Sylvia Mbaya, and I am five years old. My father has abandoned the family. My mother, my baby brother and I live together with my elderly grandmother in a two room mud house along with five other children. I had a twin sister, but she died. I am small for my age due to chronic mal-nutrition, and I have recently received treatment for worms. I am shy and quiet at first, but once I get to know you I blossom like a flower. I like to sing, play hide-and-seek, and dig in the dirt. My favorite food is chicken, which we only get to eat at Christmas. I do many chores around the house. I carry water from the well, take care of my baby brother, sweep and run errands. I do not own any shoes, and I have never gone to school. My mother is not able to read or write, and she is not employed. My grandmother is sometimes employed as a farmer. I would like to go to kindergarten, but my family has no money to pay for my uniform and school fees.