My daughter, one of the most gifted writers I know, served two weeks in Thailand last year with her husband, Charlie. They served those caught in sex trafficking there. She posted something on her Facebook one morning that brought me to tears. As you read it let your heart be touched. _______ I found him […]

I’ve not blogged (or is it bloged) since my trip to Haiti last year. I’ve focused my writing on finishing the book which I did two weeks ago. I plan to be more consistent. I’m sitting on the swing in our back yard as I look at a wall of green, green grass and green

Well, it looks like the riots have died down enough for us to fly out tomorrow. Today all of the partner ministries couldn’t come because they were afraid that driving trucks ladened with food through the riot areas would be too risky. However, one pastor showed up who had never received food before. On average Love a Child distributes

This morning we had to make some different plans because the riots had spread. So we went to the poorest school nearby, Ganthier. Over 350 kids attend here. It looks like a blown out WWII building. This school was about to be shuttered until Love a Child took it over. I continue to be amazed at how respectful these

Love a Child is seen as a haven for needy Haitians. Last night a young boy came in with his pastor and mother for help. A few years ago he had fallen out of a tree, crushed his ribcage, and snapped his leg. Sherry (she and her husband Bobbie run the ministry) met him and later described to