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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Help Abused Children feel LOVED

#10
TEDDY BEAR PROJECT

Texas Roadhouse in Lehi, UT is NOW collecting teddy bears for the Children's Justice Center. Help an abused child feel loved by donating a stuffed animal and by doing so receive a FREE APPETIZER (baby blossom or fried pickles)!!!!
Our goal is to collect 10,000 bears so We Need Your Help!!!!

      If you wish to make a difference for abused children in our community, please send your tax deductible contribution to:
The Children's Justice Center
315 South 100 East
Provo, Utah 84606

Friday, December 3, 2010

We owe it to eachother to show Compassion!

#9

My mom recently had surgery and has other health problems. We felt so
grateful that she felt well enough to meet us in St. George for
Thanksgiving.
When we were all leaving she told me that she was dreading going home
and having to put up the Christmas tree.
To her surprise my Brother and Sister in law had gotten home a day
earlier and put up her tree!
That meant so much to her and it made my heart overflow with gratitude
for their thoughtfulness! It really is the small and simple things that
mean so much!
Thanks for your inspiring wish!
Kristi Scherer


Pain and sorrow and misery have a right to our assistance: compassion puts us in mind of the debt, and that we owe it to ourselves as well as to the distressed.    - Joseph Butler




Thanks for showing love and sharing this story of compassion for a loved one. We are all in debt to those around us!!

Meaning so much to others at a given moment...


     For the meaning of life differs from man to man, from day to day and from hour to hour. What matters, therefore, is not the meaning of life in general but rather the specific meaning of a person's life at a given moment.                                                                    Viktor E. Frankl

     Thanks to Anonymous for their selfless act and for meaning so much to others in their time of need in that moment, for that is the true meaning of life!!!!
#8

On November 21st the bishopric member conducting the meeting announced that there were 11 families in their ward who, because of their financial circumstances, needed help from the ward to provide Thanksgiving dinners. He said that they had 11 turkeys but nothing else, so he asked the ward members to look through their pantries and see if there was anything they could contribute to some one's Thanksgiving dinner. He said that he would have a "food drop-off" box on his porch on Monday and Tuesday, and hoped to get groceries to the families by Wednesday.
I was surprised at the number. Eleven families seemed like a lot. Unemployment is high in that area because so many of the people there worked in the construction industry, which has pretty much dried up these days.
I decided to provide Thanksgiving dinner for six of those families. We went shopping on Monday morning and bought stuffing mixes, Rhodes rolls, packages of butter, pumpkin pies, whipped cream, olives, carrots, jello & fruit, and potatoes. We agreed that I would drop off the food, since the bishopric counselor didn't know me, and we wanted to stay anonymous.
When I got to his home and saw the "food drop-off" box, I almost cried. It had a can of corn and a can of cranberries in it; that was it. I started filling the box with groceries, but there was too much to fit in the box, so I started piling grocery bags on the tiny porch and then on the steps. I was glad it was a cold day because I worried about the frozen stuff, but when we drove past an hour later, everything had been taken inside the house.
Sunday the bishop announced that they were able to provide dinner for everyone who needed it, and thanked everyone for their contributions. We were glad that we could do something to help. It wasn't much, compared to what other people contribute to society, but we hope it made a difference to six families anyway.
-anonymous

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Orphanage for Christmas

Another Opportunity to SERVE! Help Nathan with his Eagle Project and in doing so help these children of Majengo receive a Christmas!!     
        
                                           Nathan's Goals
1- Provide each child at Majengo with a Christmas gift. Each child should receive an article of clothing, underwear and a toy or game. 2- Provide supplies to Majengo Orphanage School. School Supplies include a battery operated CD player, CD's in English, books and musical instruments.


Due to the stigma of HIV/AIDS, countless women in Africa have been thrown out of their homes, lacking any kind of assistance, sick and unable to hold a job or look after their children.  Most children are struggling to get enough to eat, and millions are orphans without anyone to care for them. In the small village of Mto wa Mbu, Tanzania, a few farmers got together in 2008, opening a small facility for 52 young children, in the mud-floored, dark and leaky foyer of someone's home. They originally called it HURUMA. They had one teacher and several women who volunteered to cook the donated rice and occasional vegetables, feeding the children one meal a day. One small, dingy room was made available for 10 of the most vulnerable children who had no one to turn to; it had two beds, sleeping five children to a bed. The other children made their way back to relatives or neighbors to sleep overnight.  Prior to this minimal set-up, many simply had nowhere to go and were literally sleeping on the streets, scrounging and begging for food.  Conditions were so deplorable that Huruma was refused official status by the government of Tanzania to become an orphanage.

This was the unspeakable state of squalor these children were living in as of March of 2008, when Lynn Connell of Toronto, Canada, visited Mto wa Mbu.  She had been working in Tanzania for two years with a local NGO, volunteering at an orphanage on the busy safari route, when she discovered that the director of that orphanage was corrupt, personally profiting from the horrific conditions of those children.  She was devastated.  Fortunately, before she left for good, Charles Luoga of ICA Tanzania clued her into the embryo of the Huruma orphanage.

Lynn took it upon herself, without prior committed resources, but with a fierce determination to raise these children out of the hopeless situation they were in, to take personal and immediate responsibility to ensure these kids would have a future, one that not only included the basic necessities of food, clothing, shelter and medical care, but also the less tangible needs such as education, love, security, hope, opportunity and a basic sense of human dignity.  These kids had no reason to aspire to any of this prior to Lynn’s involvement.

A partially built home down the road was found to house the orphanage. Lynn went home, filled with enthusiasm and vigor, and raised $20,000 by making speeches and begging family and friends for assistance. One year later, Matt McKissock and Ian Ashbaugh of Warren, PA got involved and raised the remaining money required to finish the project, mostly by asking family and friends, including Matt’s mom Diana McKissock, and friend Jamie Bees, who visited the orphanage together this year.   Bunk beds, desks, dining tables and benches were built and all supplies were bought - everything needed to cook for 40 kids in our brand new, freshly built outdoor kitchen.  We renamed the orphanage MAJENGO -  which means ‘building up’ in Swahili.

By March 2009, the orphanage was ready to go!  The children moved in just as Matt and Ian arrived to visit. Currently (as of May 2010), the Majengo Orphanage is assisting 50 children between the ages of 3 and 9.  28 of the children live in the orphanage, while the rest live with neighbors or family, spending most of their days at our pre-school, arriving at 8 in the morning and leaving around 5 at night.  Those of age to attend primary school are provided with the textbooks and materials they need; the younger children are taught in the orphanage pre-school. The Warren Majengo Foundation was set up to ensure that all of the children, whether live-in or not, receive three nutritious meals per day, education and care, as well as any medicines they require.  Currently, the budget for this endeavor is a mere $650 per child, for the entire year.  Incredibly, at less than $2 per child daily, we can provide everything these children need.

The vision for the Warren Majengo Foundation is that we will be able to take care of our kids until they’re ready to take care of themselves as adults – whatever that entails. More than that though, they will grow up with the security of knowing that this is the case, and the sense of self worth that comes with knowing that they are valued in this world.

Unlike donating money to a large, distant foundation, and hoping that it makes its way to a good cause without undue waste or corruption, with Majengo we can see where the money’s going and we can see the results – in fact, anyone is welcomed (and even encouraged) to visit the orphanage for themselves.  Accounting and legal fees, promotional events, and so on are borne by individuals, rather than the organization itself or its donors. This ensures that 100% of your donation will go toward helping these children.  Contributions are tax-deductible – and every dollar is appreciated.
 
 
Visit givewithyourheart.blogspot.com for more information and for ways to help.

A story that has touched me deeply...

#7
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'
Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.'
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man.Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time.
I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'
Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.' I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.' I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. How did God feel when he put his baby in our arms 2000 years ago. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.'
If this has blessed you, please bless others by sending it on. Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others. The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.
Special thanks to Kristina Yarn Davis for sharing this story... What a great reminder.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Special Thanks to Leslie for Story #6

Here in Michigan there is a orphanage in Detroit that has over 100 children that it cares for. since there is such a large number they are financially unable to provide a birthday for everyone.  Now other then Christmas, birthdays are my favorite! I feel it's your special day to celebrate you!! It broke my heart to think of these kids waking up on their birthday only to find it was the same as any other day. So I got the ladies in our church together and we put together birthday boxes for the kids. Now on their birthday they will have fun gift full of goodies. We're also working on putting Christmas together for this same group. I know that the Savior loves each and everyone of us and I hope that in some small way this can convey to them that they are not forgotten that they are loved!

Leslie :)


What a great idea to help these children feel loved, not only on Christmas but through out the year on their special day! Thank you so much Leslie for taking the time to serving these sweet children and for sharing your story with us! 

KEEP SERVING!!! 
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Friday, November 19, 2010

SERVICE OPPORTUNITY!!!

We are looking to provide a great Christmas for 6 children that lost their father last year. If you would like to be a part of it please let me know.
Here is the wife and children that were left behind.
Six Maile Chix
http://sixmailechix.blogspot.com/
 
If you would like to help....
Contact Andrew from his facebook page facebook.com/andrew.payne1
Or email me at mallorymeacham@hotmail.com