I came to the United States in 2018, already in my third trimester of pregnancy. The plan was only to visit for a short time and buy a few things for our baby. But the situation in Venezuela worsened quickly, and soon the embassies closed. Suddenly, we couldn’t return home. We had to ask for asylum, and it became one of the most vulnerable times of my life. Although I had visited this country before as a tourist, being forced to stay was completely different. I couldn’t even say goodbye to my family, and that pain was deep. But I could… Read More
Children
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As a kid who lived on the streets of Uganda for almost five years, I know what it feels like to grow up in a world where love, caring, and kindness are nowhere to be found. But I was helped by the kindness of a stranger who brought me to the Lord. And wanting to change life’s path for kids that have been neglected, I have now fostered 47 children and adopted 6 kids, all as a single dad. I had a very abusive father; so abusive that I thought he would eventually kill me. This led me to run away… Read More
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At 76, I’m old now, but I’m still perkin’. I’m an extrovert, and I love to welcome people and make them feel at home at church. I’m trying to live a good life and find avenues where I can have an effect. I consider myself a back-slappin’, hand-shakin’, hand-clappin’ kind of guy; a Barnabus. I can build people up, encourage them, and be a friend. I’m a creature of the 50s and 60s where most of my ministry is now, but I taught school and coached for 37 years, so I also love the kids. As I’ve gotten older, what worries… Read More
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Motherhood was something I always desired. I was blessed with my first child before receiving the devastating news that it would be hard to conceive again. I lost my faith in this moment of heartbreak. I grew up in a Christian home. I was always the one to stand up for those who couldn’t. God was calling me to help children with disabilities. However, I was rebellious, and therefore, when I was told I wouldn’t have any more children, I turned away from God. Years passed, and I matured. God shared with me to go back to church. I needed to raise… Read More
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When I was a kid, I always felt like something was missing in my life. I grew up in a Christian household, believed in God, and knew about Jesus, but I was unsure about my future. Things were tough—I was homeschooled and didn’t have any friends growing up. At just 9 years old, I fell into depression. At 13, I attended a youth group for the first time, thinking it would end my loneliness. I was happy to go, but I was more focused on making friends than the service. Sadly, I ended up being bullied and even had someone try… Read More
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For 25 years, my mom was a school cook in an elementary school, where all the children called her by her first name, “Sue.” She loved them, and they loved her in return for her hugs, friendly teasing and good food. Her school kitchen was known for the special treats she whipped up, especially her famous homemade peanut butter bars that are still talked about today. She would see to it that all the students received plenty of food on their plates, with extras and seconds given to the ones who looked hungrier. Years later, when she was drawing close to death… Read More






