The Secret War

27Mar

The Secret War

It sounds like something from a spy novel. Secret plans, getaway vehicles, corrupt bureaucracy, kidnapping and, of course, plenty of bad guys. But this is not fiction. This tragic story is being played out now, as I write this, in an undisclosed country. The enemies are depraved human beings eager to line greedy pockets, and "an entrenched, corrupt system—one that profits from the sale of its innocent, most vulnerable citizens to prop up an ailing economy" on one hand, and poverty, desperation, hunger and extremely broken, dysfunctional families on the other.

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24Mar

Struck, Shoved and Threatened

"Ghar Vapasi" means return home in Hindi. It sounds like a nice idea, but it’s the name taken by a fanatical Hindu movement in India that seeks to reconvert all the people who’ve left Hinduism in recent years. And it’s getting violent.

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19Mar

Mercy for a Mullah

Morad, a Christian, sat waiting in a government office that issues licenses for cars. He noticed that a man sitting in the waiting area with him was a mullah (the term for an educated Muslim trained in religious law and doctrine, and who usually holds an official post). The wait had been long, and the mullah grew increasingly impatient. Unable to contain his frustration any longer, he blurted out loudly, "The people working in the office are in need of God's forgiveness!"

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12Mar

Tale of Two Sisters [Becky’s 3rd and Final Blog from Africa]

I simply cannot leave Kenya without telling you about a bright spot for me in the partnership of Heaven's Family with Cindi's Hope. Cindi's Hope cares for more than 100 children who have been abused, severely neglected or abandoned in the savage slums of Nairobi. But as director of the Christian Refugees Fund, I came first and foremost to meet 13 very precious Sudanese orphans, also in Cindi's care.

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11Mar

A Joyful Meeting in Nakuru [Becky’s 2nd Blog from Africa]

We said our goodbyes to the wonderful ladies in Goma, DR Congo, and traveled to the city of Nakuru in neighboring Kenya, where the Christian Refugees Fund has been helping Sudanese refugees for the last few years. Traveling to Nakuru from the capital, Nairobi, is always exciting! We almost always get to see zebra and baboons on the roadside along the way. It is amazing to see these animals in the wild and up close!

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10Mar

Great Progress in Goma [Becky’s 1st Blog from Africa]

Diane and I were quite taken back as we disembarked from our car. Women and children were greeting us with singing and dancing! It was so humbling, as we knew we were undeserving of such an honor, but it helped us realize how grateful all of them are for the help they've been receiving from Heaven's Family. I know that we only represent the many donors who have loved and cared for them. I want you to know that they are so thankful for you! So please keep reading!

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09Mar

Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder [David’s 7th and Final Blog from Myanmar]

Yesterday our motorcycles took us along more jungle paths to find two villages that have never welcomed white-skinned people: Upper Chai and Lower Chai, both in the middle of nowhere, consisting of 40 and 60 families respectively. These are some of the poorest villages which I've yet visited. Talking to the elders of Upper Chai, I learned that there are 10 village children living in orphanages hundreds of miles away, and 9 of those 10 have one living parent; the remaining child's parents are both alive.

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06Mar

Bogged Down in Upper Saidu [David’s 6th Photo Blog from Myanmar]

A recently-cut dirt road made it possible for us to travel 3 hours to Upper Saidu, another remote village in Southern Chin State of about 35 families. But Stephen had not been feeling well since the night before, so he spent our first full day in Upper Saidu sleeping and recovering.

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03Mar

Dancing with Cho Yainians [David’s 5th Photo Blog from Myanmar]

When the dirt road ended today, Stephen and I once again jumped on motorcycles whose fearless, young drivers took us on a deep descent into a distant valley, across a river on a swaying suspension bridge, and up a narrow ridge. As the day waned, 180 citizens of Cho Yain Village were waiting on a hand-dug soccer field to welcome us, many of whom were dressed in their tribe's traditional clothing, ready to dance.

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