Here is a video from You Tube. If you ever wanted to be His Hand extended now is the time. Please donate to Haiti. You can give a donation to Love A Child and I know the money will go straight to the hurting people in Haiti. Love A Child has an Orphanage, many churches, many schools and a very good clinic. Love a Child needs help to help the Haitian people.

The Haitian people that have survived the earthquake and the 90+ aftershocks are either starving or dying from their injuries.  This picture above is people begging for food.  There should be food to go around and that is where we that have can give to those who do not have.

These are people desperately trying to get some water to drink.

I would like to quote a passage from a book called “The Hole in our Gospel” by Richard Stearns.

“For I was hungry, while you had all you needed.  I was thirsty, but you drank bottled water.  I was a stranger, and you wanted me deported.  I needed clothes, but you needed more clothes.  I was sick, and you pointed out the behaviors that led to my sickness.  I was in prison, and you said I was getting what I deserved.”

The Haitian people are good people.  They did nothing to deserve what has happened to them.  To be honest I don’t believe anyone deserves what has happened to the Haitian people.

But, you can do something to help.  I don’t mean you have to leave your home and go to Haiti. (unless you have the skills and God says GO) But you can help right from your own home.  There are people there who are working day and night to help the people.  You can help those people helping people.  You can give of your money while they give of their time and their energy.  Bobby & Sherry Burnette  of LOVE A CHILD Ministries are working around the clock to help the injured people of Haiti.  You can help Bobby and Sherry with a cash donation and also with your prayers.  Just click on the words LOVE A CHILD and you will be directed to the web site of LOVE A CHILD where you can either donate online or go to their contact page and call their offices in Tampa, Florida and speak to one of their staff there to make your donation.  But please do something to help.

For information on how to donate goods or money for the Haiti earthquake relief please click on the tab above labeled “Earthquake donations”.

I will put the information here in this post but it will not stay the top post as we go along.

Children’s Care Outreach

28 Spirit Lake Road

Winter Haven, FL 33880

Phone: 863-293-0659 ask for Bruce or Lamar

For more information on the Crisis in Haiti you can go to the Love A Child Ministries Web Site.

Haiti is in a crisis as it has never been before.  We are hearing estimates in the news that 50,000 people could be dead.  I am telling you that after speaking to a Haitian Pastor he is telling us that he believes the figure would be more like 300,000 deaths.   Port Au Prince is a city of approximately 2 million people living there.  I have been told that about 90% of the houses are now rubble in that city.

You may say what can I do to help?  If everyone were to give just something to the disaster in Haiti it would be tremendous help to the suffering Haitian people.   But even the people living outside of Port Au Prince who still have their homes have a major problem.  Their problem is the same as the problem of the residents left in Port Au Prince.  They are running out of food.  I spoke to a Pastor last night who has 10 extra people staying with his family and he is feeding more than that daily.  He told me “honestly I tell you I had food for today but for tomorrow I have nothing”.   What do you say to a man when he tells you he has no food for himself, his family, his friends, his church  and his neighbors?  You tell him I will do something to get food to you.  That is what we need to do at this time.  We need to raise money faster than ever before to save the lives of as many people as possible.

Here are more pictures, but beware they will grab your heart.  This next picture is actually bodies being left laying outside of the morgue.

This next picture is a family member transporting a loved one in their casket.  The problem they now have is what to do with the casket.  There is no place to bury the dead.

The old lady sat as close to the wall as she could. The beautiful golden yellow bouganvilla rested flat on the top of the wall from the other side. Its overhang of about two foot gave a little canopy of shelter from the gently falling rain. We were walking rather briskly as we rounded the corner trying to get back to our truck parked just up the street. As we hurried by her, she lifted a cupped hand in my direction to receive something from me. Her eyes were empty pools of expression sunk back in her head. She wanted anything that we would give her, a piece of fruit or some bread. I saw that she was weak and near collapse. I stopped. In my broken Creole I said, “ bon swa momie “. [ good evening mama ] she lifted her gaze in surprise that some one had stopped, “bon swa zommie “ [ good evening my friend ] she replied weakly.

I offered her some water from my water bottle which she took immediately. I gave her some p/ butter crackers and an apple fruit bar. “ mer’si ” she said as she quickly ate them without losing a crumb. It seemed to revive her and I started a conversation with her with the help of my interpreter friend Robert. Why are you out here on the street and not at home? She patted the little bundle that she was propped up on that was tied neatly with a sash and said, “ this is my home “

Since my husband died 4 years ago I have no place to go except here on the street. She pointed to a large doorway across the street and told me the shop owner lets me sleep in the doorway at night. She gives me .50 to carry water from down the street to her shop every day. I cannot carry the large buckets on my head anymore so I must make 2 trips to carry small jugs in my hands. I cannot go but 2 times a day because the water is to far for me. Her shop has been closed all week. I guess she is gone on a trip. The week has seemed so long she said I have nowhere to even go to the bathroom. Apparently she had not eaten anything except what some one might have given her. She said she was 80 years old. Only if you had been there would you know just how difficult it was for me to say anything. What do you say to this old seemingly forgotten and discarded woman who must have been in the depths of total despair?

She then pulled an old tin box from the edge of her bundle and took great delight in showing me some old ragged edged photographs of her 5 children who had all been dead for several years. She couldn’t remember exactly and was a little confused about their ages.

she said “ I am all alone with no one “ my heart broke as I looked at this mama who lived a very hard life only to reach this part of her life. As I looked at her I was thinking, it just doesn’t seem fair that we have so much while a large portion of the world is in such pain and despair. Her words echoed,

I am alone, I am alone

This is something that most of us never think about being surrounded with many relatives, friends and loved ones. Most of us look for a time that we can be alone in our busy lives.

As I reached in my backpack I found a pair of $1.00 reading glasses and a bible in Creole language. I said listen. ‘Mama I want to read you something. I said maybe you think that no one loves you but I stopped here today to tell you this;

“jezu remi ou ampil” [ Jesus love you very much ] listen to what Jesus says to you today. I tell you that as I read this to the old lady it found new meaning and revelation in my heart

John 14:1-4: let not your heart be troubled, you believe in god, believe also in me. — in my fathers house are many mansions: if it were not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you

And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto myself: that where I am there you will be also.”

As I finished reading and handed her the bible she was grinning from ear to ear. She said thank you for coming to read that for me. It seemed so far from me. I know that Jesus will surely come to get me and give me a house to live. Then she said, may I keep this bible so I can read everyday. I kissed her on the forehead and said, “ yes “, Jesus will talk to you everyday through his word until he comes for you. We gave her a little money to get food with until the shop opened again. However, the hope we gave her from the bible was priceless as it would comfort her for the rest of her life

Friends if this story has touched your heart, will you remember the tens of thousands of people that don’t have a bible in which to read everyday. People who have been discarded beside this highway of life. Would you consider giving to provide bibles that can be given to those who think they are forgotten. Only the word of the living god can give hope that gives strength in troubled times. Let us be your hands in this time of great need for the word of god in Haiti

Contact us for more information about how you can help.

Creole bibles can be purchased in the country for 5.70 ea. Or 137.00 per case @ 24

Glenn & Donna Hayes

Children’s care outreach

Po box 2258

Bartow, fl 33831

(863) 528-7916 678-1231

E-mail haitiman04@aol.com

We are non profit 501[c] 3 organization

As I sat in the humid heat of a typical mid morning of Haiti, I was watching the crowds of people as they scurried up and down the dusty and dirty streets of the city. There were already thousands of people out selling and buying everything from straw hats to air conditioning Freon. Haiti has many sections where you can buy most anything you need for a price. We were on a narrow street lined on both sides with non- running cars and trucks that were being parted – out right where they sat. Some had been stripped of parts right down to the frame. There were also numerous shops where auto parts of all descriptions could be purchased. We were there early looking for a starter for a 1 ton diesel truck, up to this point it had been a unsuccessful hunt. We called this part of town “pit row” as I sat there trying to catch a breeze my attention was drawn to this young kid who had walked up beside the truck. Tall and lanky about 10-12 yrs of age he looked silently at me. His eyes were sunk deep into his forehead. His cheek bones were high and hollow and his face was nearly expressionless. He didn’t ask me for anything, just looked. Maybe too ashamed or maybe too proud as a young man to beg. His tee shirt was dirty and ragged and he had no shoes, I knew immediately he lived on the street. He looked instead as he turned and looked in the direction of a lady who was cooking wieners on a charcoal grill on the edge of the street. His silent look told me that he was saying inside “please, someone let me have something to eat. “ There were also several pitiful looking skinny dogs standing around, waiting, hoping, that one of the wieners would roll off the grill and they would snatch it up but I believe the boy would have gotten it first or at least a part of it. As I looked at him, the compassion of God welded up inside me. I know we cannot help everyone but I felt that I must help this boy. I sent Robert, our interpreter to speak with him. Robert I said, tell him that Jesus knows him by his name, tell him Jesus died on Calvary for him and wants to help him today. Tell him to seek out a local church or missionary school and talk with them. I gave him $20.00 and said this will get you food for many days. Go and ask the missionary for help and he will. As we drove away he turned and looked at me. His whole countence had changed and I saw hope in his eyes. Actually, I saw the face God

What a blessing to touch this young boy’s life for so little. Thank you for letting me be your hands extended in this way. Great will be your reward in this life and in heaven to come because you gave. Your gifts to this ministry enable us to feed children in school everyday. I ask the Holy Spirit to quicken this snap shot moment to your heart as it did to me on that day. Again, thanks for all you do. Every gift is a lifesaver

You may choose to donate something on the paypal box below.

Children’s care outreach is a 501[c[3 relief organization with 100% of all gifts used in ministry.

I remember one time we were in Haiti and we had just sat down to our lunch which by Haitian standards would have been a feast.  A pastor came into the room and we told him to have a seat and have some lunch with us.  He protested and we insisted he join us.  His response was “no that is ok, I had something to eat yesterday”.  I can’t imagine anyone here in the states turning down a meal because they had eaten something the day before.

The cost of food has risen probably around 80% in Haiti.  For someone who earns probably the equivalent of $1.00 US per day, that can mean starvation.  Just imagine you are a mother, you have several children and you have no food….. NOTHING!  What do you do?  In Haiti I have actually seen Mother’s boiling a pot of water. (Dirty water to begin with) to the pot they will add a rock or two.  You heard me right a rock.  This is what they will feed their children for the day.  The water from boiling a rock.  Children will eat dirt, rocks even goat feces just to fill up their hungry stomach.  You can’t imagine the pain these people go through unless you have seen it firsthand.  Then we really don’t know their pain.  You see when we go to Haiti as Americans, we always know we have a return airplane ticket.  So we are only a couple of hours away from civilization, clean water and food.  We always have that thought in our heads.  The only thought in a Haitians head is how will I survive today, not tomorrow just today.

Please find it in your heart to help us help these people and give them hope for tomorrow.

IF YOU HAVE SEEN THE NEWS THIS WEEK, THEN YOU KNOW THE SITUATION THAT IS TAKING PLACE IN THE NATION OF HAITI. FOOD PRICES HAVE JUMPED SOME 40% IN THE PAST FEW WEEKS. STAPLE ITEMS OF RICE AND BEANS ARE NEARLY DOUBLED.

MOST OF HAITI’S POPULATION LIVES ON $1 – $2 DOLLARS A DAY. MOTHERS ARE FRANTIC TO GET ENOUGH RICE TO FEED FOR THEIR BABIES FOR ONE DAY. MANY CHILDREN ARE GOING TO BED HUNGRY EVERY NIGHT. STREET VENDORS ARE SELLING A SUGAR COATED CLAY COOKIE THAT KIDS CAN SUCK ON TO EASE THE HUNGER PAIN. SEE PICTURE) SAD PART IS ONCE IT ENTERS INTO THE STOMACH IT SOLIDIFYIES BACK TO CLAY AND CAUSES PAINFUL AND SOMETIMES DEATH, BLOCKAGE OF THE INTESTINE TRACT. MOST OF THE TIME IF THIS IS USED OFTEN ENOUGH, SURGERY IS REQUIRED TO REMOVE IT. MOST CHILDREN CANNOT AFFORD THIS AND MANY DIE A PAINFUL DEATH. WE HAVE SEEN CHILDREN EATING TWIGS. TREE BARK, ROOTS AND MANY OTHER THINGS TO TRY AND SURVIVE.

CHILDREN’S CARE OUTREACH HAS BEEN WORKING IN HAITI FOR SOME 15 YEARS AND HAVE ENCOUNTERED MANY SAD THINGS.

WE ARE CURRENTLY WORKING WITH OTHER MINISTRIES IN HAITI FEEDING OVER 4000 CHILDREN A DAY. WE ARE WORKING ON A 2 STORY MEDICAL CLINIC BUILDING TO BRING HEALING TO MANY CHILDREN AND ADULTS.

THE GOOD NEWS IS WE CAN DO EVEN MORE WITH YOUR HELP. WE HAVE CONTACT WITH A LARGE MINISTRY IN THE UNITED STATES WHO WILL DONATE A PREPACKAGED RICE MIXTURE WITH 17 VITIMANS AND DEHYDRATED VEGGYS. EACH PACKAGE WILL FEED 5 KIDS. THERE ARE 30 PACKAGES IN A BOX. ALL WE HAVE TO PAY IS THE SHIPPING @$8.00 U.S.THAT’S DELIVERED TO US IN PORT – AU – PRINCE HAITI.

PLEASE CONTACT US AND BUY ONE CASE A MONTH @ $8.00 OR MAKE A ONE TIME GIFT FOR A YEAR OF $ 96.00.

WE HAVE A DONATION BUTTON ON THIS BLOG. PLEASE CONSIDER AND HELP THE CHILDREN — THANKS

There is a pretty side to Haiti. Sometimes it is very hard to see past the burning piles of garbage and past the starving children. But I am a firm believer that if you look hard enough at anything you can always find some beauty. To see this sunset you would think you were on a beautiful tropical beach somewhere where right behind you there is a beautiful beach home. You would never think when you see this sunset that behind you is a small hut where probably at least 10 people live if you can actually call it living. I know we all complain from time to time about our home. To some people their home is not big enough or nice enough or in the right neighborhood. But how would you like to live here?  The lady who lived in this hut could not walk upright into the hut when she wanted to go inside.  She had to get on her hand and knees and craw into the hut.  Once inside at night she could not actually lay down to sleep she had to sort of sit up but get herself into the fetal position in a half sit half lay and try to sleep.  She was at the base of a mountain, so when it rained the mud would run down the mountain and through her hut.  She did not have an easy life living like this.

The first that I saw Gladys was the day we stopped by the dump outside Port-Au-Prince to take some pictures of the burning, smothering piles of garbage that had blanketed the city with a sickening smell. I was surprised to see that many people there early. I noticed a young girl on the top of a big pile turning over the garbage with a pole as she fought off the birds. She had a rusty pail that she carried with her and she was putting things in it. Hey pretty girl!!! I said, come down and get some food, I lifted above my head a bottle of culligan and a Kellogg’s breakfast bar. Reluctantly she came down. I asked her name and age. Gladys she said quietly, and I’m 6 almost 7. Her hair was very dirty and matted. Her face was dirty and her big brown eyes looked empty. Her little dress was full of holes and she wore nothing underneath. As she ate she told me her Mother had died and her Father moved away and left her and 2 sisters with her aging and sickly Grandmother. She came to the dump every day to find something for them to eat. Her feet and hands were cut in many places with some looking red and infected. In her pail she had a very bruised half rotten banana a few dried small fish and about half of a small melon of some kind. Naturally there was dirt on them. She said the old man not to far away let them stay under a few pieces of tin beside his chicken pen. Her small sister was a small baby and the old man gave them goat mils for her. Sometimes she said, he gives us some eggs. As I looked at her I thought this child has no childhood. No dolls or frilly socks, no bows for her hair. Not a thing that a 7 year old girl desires. Her face was aged 10 years older than her body as she shouldered the responsible of being the food provider for her entire family. What a contrast I thought. We struggle to make a decision of what kind of sauce we want on our chicken nuggets or dressing on our salad while some kids are starving, trying to survive eating things that have already been thrown away. We gave Gladys some money to give her Grandmother for food and will try to get her in a local orphanage/school.Perhaps as you read this true story your heart was stirred to help. please do not just lay this aside and forget it. Gladys won’t. As missionaries, we see this everyday and constantly search for ways to help. We cannot feed every child but we can make a difference in the lives of many. We have a rice/vegetable mix that will feed 6 kids. Each box has 32 prepackaged bags of mix ready to simply boil. Our cost in Haiti is $8.00 a box, 6 x 32 = 192 meals. Please help feed the children. Make checks payable to Children’s Care Outreach. All gifts are tax deductible. E-mail haitiman04@AOL.com

Children’s Care Outreach – P.O. Box 2258 – Bartow, FL 33831