For the past 5 1/2 years you have encouraged and supported us in every way imaginable. During this time we have, by grace turned your financial gifts (close t0 $100,00dollars) into life saving nutrition for nine hundred to a thousand children. Yet after almost a year of discernment, it has become clear that it is time to pass this holy work on to others.
Because of your generosity we are able to fund the nutrition program all the way through this spring. At that time, any left over funds will be rolled back into our parent non-profit, Our Family in Africa. If you don’t know much about them, take a look. They do such astonishing work, sponsoring multiple orphanages through the DRC and taking on special needs projects to bless children in this difficult place.
The older I get the more convinced I have become that any Gospel worth having has all children+radical generosity+hospitality+compassion at it’s core. As as you now know, the “all” part is being challenged by the the most powerful leaders of our nation. Apposing these misguided leaders is something worth all our living and dying –the one thing that can bear all the weight of our wisdom, and suffering love. So again, thank you for your gifts over the years and hope to see you in the streets and outside the conclaves of power giving all children voice.
P.S. this past Sunday we sang this hymn called “Canticle of The Turning.” It has such a glorious tune and a muscular, prophetic text. Here below is verse 3 and the chorus, but look up the rest with the music. It will bless. Oh, and I was the only one who shouted this 3rd verse…Lutherans are wonderful, just a bit repressed in worship for my Wesleyan tastes.
To God be the Glory. Rody & Alice.
“Canticle of the Turning”
From the halls of power to the fortress tower,
not a stone will be left on stone.
Let the kings beware for your (God) justice tears
every Tyrant from his throne.
The hungry poor will weep no more,
for the food they can never earn;
These table spread, every mouth be fed,
for the world is about to turn.
My heart shall sing of the day you bring.
Let the fires of your justice burn.
Wipe away all tears,
for the daw draws near,