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El Roi: The God Who Sees Women Like Jyothi
Meet Jyothi. She has three young children. Her husband has serious health issues and is unable to work at even the most menial labor. She came to the sewing training center desperate for a way to feed her family and keep them off the street. In a few months, Jyothi will earn a certificate verifying that she is a trained seamstress. This government-recognized certificate will qualify her for a decent job at one of the many tailor shops in her...
Love Looks Like Something
It always feels awkward to me to ask for donations, even for a Christian cause - especially for aChristian cause. Did Jesus ask for money? I think not, but he didn't eat air either. We knowfrom scripture there were followers of Jesus that God used to meet the material needs of himand his disciples. So, I've come to rethink why we, as a charity, do what we do - i.e. raisemoney for projects and ministry in areas of great poverty. It boils down to one thing - the onething behind everything we do. Love. As Paul wrote, "For Christ's love...
The Presence of God is given first place.
"Everybody squirt!" Suddenly 100 women whip out their spray bottles and begin to squirt their neighbor. Shrieking and laughing, we all cool down from the 105 degree heat. OK, back to the teaching... Our first multi-day conference for women is in progress. It's a first for most. A bit tentative and shy at first, they are warming up to the idea of a safe place where camaraderie and fun are core values. They will spend three full days here in a rented conference center, learning foundational truths from the Word of God. But truth cannot simply be taught or read; it must be experienced. Love must be more...
Sewing and Reaping Eternal Rewards
When I was a young girl, I remember visiting my grandma who did most of her sewing on an old Singer pedal machine because it was what she grew up with. In her day electricity wasn’t afforded for every home, so it was the peddle machine or sewing by hand. It was pure entertainment for me to sit on the floor and help her by pushing the foot-pedal up and down as fast as my small arms could move. I’m sure, though, it wasn’t always helpful for grandma. It was a wonder she didn’t have a finger or two sewn...