Books That Will Make Waves in Your Summer Reading Plan
“So many books, so little time,” is how I go through life. But even though I’ve got a backlog of everything I hope to read, somehow I still always keep…
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Sarah Marchmont
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Who Is Hungry?
Have you heard that the number of hungry people in the world is growing? Do you hear that and wonder why it’s happening—is it a global food shortage, or people’s lack of money to buy…
How I silenced a room full of grade schoolers with a life-changing message
All the kids in my little Sunday School class sat around the table with a $1 bill in their hands. In the center of the table I had a variety…
An informal case study on Hope for Today, Tomorrow and Eternity
Bugubo, Uganda. Shadia is an ambitious 11-year-old financial manager. Sure, it may only be for her family now, but how many 6th grade financial planners do you know? It all…
I don’t look like where I came from
Mathare Valley, Kenya Articulate and confident, yet down-to-earth, Oliver walked along the dirt road in the Mathare Valley slum. Immaculately dressed in a dark suit and bright white shirt—a stark…
An Orphan, 10 Chickens, and a Hopeful Future
Saida felt a stirring in her heart. A wife and mother of six, she had gone through an orphan and vulnerable children’s seminar with Bright Hope, and she felt God…
In Pictures: Motherhood Around the World
As we approach Mother’s Day this weekend, we are celebrating mothers around the world. From Africa to South America, we honor the women who give their lives to loving their…
A Few Kids, a Few Dollars, and a Chicken
All the kids in my little Sunday School class sat around the table with a $1 bill in their hands. In the center of the table I had a variety…
I Would’ve Been a Kenyan School Dropout: Stories from the Slums
If I had been a student in Kenya, I would’ve been a dropout, I thought. It was so stiflingly hot in the crowded Grade 8 classroom. This wasn’t a patronizing…
She wants to be a Biomedical Engineer: Stories from the Slums
There is a large, unidentifiable animal carcass floating downstream towards me. I watch it as I walk along the flimsy-feeling metal pedestrian bridge that crosses the river in this slum…