• 10
  • Nov
  • 2018

Link arms through sponsorship!

Rahab’s Corner in Uganda was launched in 2015 to assist women and girls in the slums who needed a restart on their lives. Many of our residents have been prostituted and all of them have experienced severe poverty, hunger and despair.
We are on a mission to secure sponsors for each of our residents and their children. For just $35 a month, you can be a part of giving hope to women who have felt hopeless. You can help provide schooling to children who love to learn. You can be a part of teaching skills to young women who wantRead more

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  • 30
  • Jan
  • 2017

When “Jesus Calls” in Uganda

“Come to me with a teachable spirit, eager to be changed.”
This is the very first line of the book, Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young, that Penninah is holding up in the photo.
What a powerful message for the first day of January in a book! It’s a call from Jesus to be teachable and to be eager. And Penninah possesses both of those qualities. Like the other girls at Rahab’s Corner in Uganda.
Imagine being a destitute young girl living in a slum, resorting to whatever it takes to make money to buy food to survive. ImagineRead more

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  • 19
  • Jan
  • 2016

I am the woman at the well

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Romans 3:23
Serving vulnerable people around the world may result in us Americans being placed in a position of power, righteousness, and superiority.  None of those adjectives are consistent with serving like Jesus did.  Jesus, who was sinless and yet became fully human to experience all of the sin, loss and pain of his people.  Jesus, who sat with the tax collectors and prostitutes and Samaritans and thieves and the so-called woman at the well.  Jesus, who died for me while yetRead more

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  • 17
  • Dec
  • 2015

Mabel Dances with Jesus

Nine months ago, in March, Lynsay and I had just left Uganda when I learned about Mabel.  Dr. Craig Sable, who loved her and had cared for her for many years, called Lynsay and asked her to work a miracle:  find a U.S. family willing to adopt Mabel, who had lost both of her parents.  Without becoming a US Citizen, Mabel would die of a broken heart.  In the US, she stood a chance of receiving a hero heart and living, free from heart disease.  How could we not rise to that challenge?
Throughout the spring and into the summerRead more

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  • 02
  • Oct
  • 2015

When caring does not mean adopting

The Bible is replete with commands about caring for the poor, concern for the least of these, and love for vulnerable people.  Our ministry, Pure & Faultless, is based on James 1:27 which specifically speaks to caring for two of the most overlooked groups of that time – widows and orphans.  As I have journeyed in faith, I have come to understand what caring for people in Jesus’ name might look like in my life.
When I first heard about Mabel in March, my heart leapt for her.  I was broken over her situation and drawn toRead more

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  • 18
  • May
  • 2015

Bringing Hope to Rahab’s Corner

Little in life can prepare you for the stories of the women and girls of Rahab’s Corner.  While we sit in our safe homes, thousands of miles away, or perhaps just a few miles away , girls are being hurt.  Girls who do not know they have value; girls who have never known the meaning of true love. The Rahab’s Corner staff has spent significant time in the slums of Kampala, hearing life stories and getting to know the women and girls who are being prostituted.  Their hearts are broken. …

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  • 08
  • May
  • 2015

On hearing . . . {Part 2}

It’s hard to admit when you’re wrong, isn’t it?  In planning one of our trips to Uganda, I was wrong.  I thought that the people we hoped to serve needed a medical/dental clinic.  They needed us to bring US doctors and dentists to see them and provide free health care, even if for a day.   They needed to be treated for any number of ailments and we were just the people to do so.
Except for that God didn’t bring any doctors to our mission trip team.  He didn’t provide a dentist.  He didn’t open theRead more

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  • 16
  • Apr
  • 2015

Broken Dreams and Glass Houses

I don’t remember when, as a young woman, I first understood what it meant to be a prostitute.  I’m guessing I was in my upper teenage years before I really focused on it . . . because, why would it otherwise come up?  I do recall thinking that it didn’t make any sense to sell your body and . . .  ewww.  Who would do that?
In my late 20s, I participated in a leadership program that took me on month long travels through Europe.  As a part of this program, I spent some time in Amsterdam where one evening, weRead more

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