I’m so excited to feature my friend Ali as today’s Missionary Monday! We met her and her husband Eric and their kids while we were stationed at West Point. Her story made such an impression on me of the impact at our finger tips through these organizations. I encourage you to pray about how the Lord would have you respond as you read her story!
When I received Stephanie’s invitation to write a post for Missionary Monday, my first thought was “Did she really mean to ask me to write a blog post? She must have gotten me mixed up with a different Ali who is involved with Compassion International.” I almost responded right away with, “Are you sure??” And maybe I did, because one, I don’t consider myself a missionary and two, I’m definitely not a writer.
Aren’t missionaries the people who leave the country for years at a time to go start schools and live in the bush? I’m sorry…I really like my air conditioning and queen-sized, bugless bed. My husband is the aspiring writer in our family by authoring our annual Christmas letter. I only write teacher-notes, grocery and to-do lists — that’s it! So I am completely humbled and honored to write as a guest on her blog.
Have you ever heard of Compassion International? I hadn’t either until I was 22, on my wedding day (story to follow). I was involuntarily signed up to be a child’s sponsor, which just goes to show that this isn’t about me. It’s about God and His plans, how He knows what we need way before we do and way better than we do, and how He orchestrates our lives to achieve His purposes. The following is the story of our involvement with Compassion International.
The first time I heard of Compassion International was from my husband when we got married. I think it was actually on the altar after we had just said our “I do’s” when he snuck it in there…”I do…(now in a whispery voice) Oh, by the way, a female friend and I sponsor a child in the Dominican Republic through Compassion. Since you and I are married now, it’s going to be your job to write her letters and make sure we send our monthly contribution (because that used to be my female friend’s job, and I decided to marry you, not her). That cool with you?” Me: “Uh yea…I guess…isn’t this something you should have told me before we got married?! So I just said ‘I do’ and all of a sudden I now have a child to sponsor in the Dominican Republic?!? I didn’t sign up for this!”
Okay, it didn’t really happen exactly like that, but kind of, and I did start writing to our first sponsored child, Odannay, and sent our monthly support each month until she graduated the program. I actually wasn’t a very “good” sponsor back then. I didn’t write to her as much as I meant to, and at that time I didn’t totally grasp the importance of the sponsor-sponsored child relationship. I just thought if we sent in our money and it helped her and her family that was enough.
We started sponsoring Manuela when she was 12. She lived in La Romana, Dominican Republic, which is about an hour east of Santo Domingo. I tried to write to her more often, but she definitely beat me in the letter-writing department. I sent sporadic letters and our monthly contribution of $38 for a couple of years, until one day when everything changed…
It was 2011. I had just started reading Ann Voskamp’s blog A Holy Experience, and one post in particular was about how she sponsored a Compassion child and was able to go on a group tour to visit her for the first time. Her story about meeting that little girl was so beautiful I wept. My eyes opened to what sponsorship could be about, something that I had actually wanted for years! I realized it was so much more than just the monthly $38; yes, that definitely is an important aspect of it, but what it’s really about is a relationship with another human being, a child living in poverty, in a faraway place who may be just surviving.
That evening I told my husband about Voskamp’s post and that I thought we needed to go meet Manuela in person. And if you know anything about my husband, he’s a DO-er. I have to watch what I say around that guy. The next thing I knew (well, after some background checks and applications and updating passports), we were on a plane to Santo Domingo to spend time with Compassion International Dominican Republic and Manuela.
Compassion DR’s Headquarters, August 2011
That trip to DR did three things for us. First, it gave us a behind-the-scenes look at Compassion International’s headquarters. We saw where all the in and out going letters were translated, the staff opened up their financial books to us, and we learned how the staff supports the various Compassion project sites around the country. The crux of the organization’s success is how they partner with local churches, enabling their ministry to children not leading or forcing it.
Second, we walked through a “project site.” This is the community center and tutoring program that our monthly contribution directly facilitates. It includes academic and Bible instruction, a healthy meal, counseling services, and even vocational training. In a devastating family emergency or natural disaster, the local church uses the infrastructure of the project site to provide for needs of the children and their families. It was so inspiring to meet the half-dozen or so volunteers that nurture hundreds of children flowing through these facilities each day.
Finally, we experienced first-hand the life impact of Compassion. When we walked inside the center I saw Manuela for first time, that little girl from the picture that hung on our refrigerator. She had grown since the last photo I received of her, and her smile was beautiful. Later, Manuela’s family invited us into their home, where they presented us with gifts, humongous avocados from their tree, and warmth and love only strangers who know Jesus can share. To say that Eric and I were humbled by their hospitality, by the sacrifices they made to purchase gifts for us, by them opening up their small, bed-sheet-for-a-wall home to us, is such an understatement.
And then…Manuela left the room and brought back a box. In it was all the letters I had ever written her. All of them.
Manuela and me at her home in 2011
We visited Manuela two more times since then. She graduated the Compassion program this past year and is now working to earn money so she can go to school to be an accountant. Compassion arranged for us to say goodbye to her one last time when we visited in June. Our final goodbye was so bittersweet. We talked about how God used Compassion to grow Manuela into the young woman she now was, we praised Him for allowing us to be a part of each other’s lives for nine years, and we cried and embraced one last time.
We now sponsor a little girl our daughter’s age, named Hidekel, and a little boy, our son’s age, named Leudy, both from the Dominican Republic. We brought our daughter, Glory, with us in June of this year so she could meet Hidekel. They’re actually pen pals. Hidekel always draws pictures of her and Glory playing together or as princesses outside a castle. Watching them communicate despite the language barrier, marvel at aquarium fish, eat ice cream, laugh, be little kids together was a beautiful site, and my heart was full thinking about how God has let us be a small part of these children’s lives and how they are a part of ours.
At Hidekel’s project site in Santo Domingo, 2015
That’s what Compassion International is about. It’s about the love between a sponsor and a child, the local church and Compassion centers being the hands and feet of Jesus, and releasing children from poverty in Jesus’ name, one letter at a time.
I have so many more stories about how Compassion International has impacted the lives of our sponsored children, their families, and us. I could write about how Compassion is such an efficient and above-board organization; how they invest over 80 cents of every dollar directly to sponsored children and Compassion programs. I could list stats on the percentage of children who finish high school and then pursue higher education because of the Compassion program, the number of babies that survive their first year because of Compassion’s ministry to pregnant and new moms, about their clean water initiatives around the world, etc. But I won’t include all of that here. If you want to know more or learn how to sponsor a child, please go to www.compassion.com or contact me at alikat0630@gmail.com.
From L to R: Hidekel’s sister, our daughter Glory, Leudy, Hidekel, 2017
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