A Cup of Cold Water

"And if anyone gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is my disciple, I tell you the truth, he will certainly not lose his reward." Matthew 10:42

My heart has been heavy all week with the news of the earthquake, the devastation, the images of the dead, the hurting, the mourning, and my helplessness. My brother and sister-in-law, Jeff and Vicki Rogers, work for an organization named G.O. Ministries that ministers to the poor on the island of Hispaniola, where both the Dominican Republic and Haiti are located. They travel back and forth from the States to the DR and into Haiti, and have over the years made Haiti much more real to me through their stories and pictures.



"What difference can I make?" you may ask yourself. There is much evidence already that God builds on what each of us do individually. One newspaper reported that, as of Thursday night, $7 million had been raised through cell phone pledges of $10 each, by texting "Haiti" to 90999. Most everyone in the U.S. can come up with $10. My kids blew me away today by telling me that they wanted me to donate their month's allowances to the relief effort. They are 11 and 13.



G.O. Ministries has already managed to acquire the use of 2 planes to shuttle supplies and has set up their headquarters in Santiago, DR, as a staging area for medical supplies, food, water, and emergency supplies. A couple of their American missionaries who live in Santiago full-time chartered a boat and have traveled up the coast of Haiti to rescue a mission team stranded there. Two truckloads of supplies will go out to the coast to be delivered by boat tomorrow and, hopefully the first of many flights will go in to Jacmel with supplies for some orphanages.



Please plug in, get involved, contribute something -- whether it's prayers, time, money, encouragement -- find a way to help. Everything counts. God will use it all to his glory.



Click the link to see a great example of the work God does through regular, everyday people. This is outside Santiago, DR. It was built by hand, one cinder block at a time, with no machinery, but lots of love. I am blessed that God used my unskilled hands to help, if only for a few precious days, with this project: Brisas update

"Dear children, let us not love with word or tongue, but with actions and in truth." 1 John 3:18