There are two million orphans in Kenya, an East African country of about 30 million people. Some of these children can be found in Mathare Valley, pit of heartbreak and despair, home to some 600,000 people within six square miles of Nairobi, Kenya. At the bottom of this human heap of misery are abandoned babies; AIDS orphans cowering in abusive relative’s homes; and ragged street kids sniffing glue to escape hunger, physical and emotional. Many will enter and leave the world here, perpetuating a vicious cycle of generational poverty and hopelessness.
In the midst of this relentless suffering, Pastor and Mrs. Karau, Hope’s Promise Kenyan Country Coordinators opened Sanctuary of Hope #1 in October 2006, a children’s home for eleven orphans from Mathare Valley. Sanctuary of Hope #2 opened in September 2008 to receive a family of ten more children. Working together, we are enfolding forgotten little ones into homes of security and love.
Enjoy this glimpse into the early days of SoH. Our thanks go to Melissa Berry for creating this video, as well as to songwriter, singer and musician, Brendan Jamieson. To see and hear the SoH family describing the heart of Hope’s Promise Kenya’s mission, take a few moments to view a more recent video. Many thanks to the video’s creator, Daniel Barassa and also to songwriter, singer and musician, Brendan Jamieson. If you would like to know more about what is currently going on at SoH, click on Newsletter tab to see the most recent All Country Newsletter.
Visit Pamba Toto… learn about a unique way business that supports Sanctuary of Hope through sales of jewelry and home decorations.To learn more about Bryan Jones , a musician who combined his talents with a passion for orphans. He and his band “Picnic in the Meadow” produced an album of original music called “Livin’ in Me” as an offering of “loaves and fishes” to raise money and awareness for Hope’s Promise, and specifically to raise funds to open a new home in Kenya. Visit http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/picnicinthemeadow to purchase the CD.
The gift of a family for EstherSometimes, in the desolation of East African slums, the best a mother can hope for her sick baby is that the child will die. Despite her mother’s recurrent death wishes for her, five years after her birth, Esther continued to huddle in a corner of the Mathare Worship Centre daycare. Appearing to be about two years old, she could not walk independently or talk. Her vacant eyes haunted the hearts and prayers of many visiting Short Term Mission team members who began to network on her behalf. American doctors reviewed Esther’s medical records, and partners pledged financial support if Esther could be admitted to Sanctuary of Hope (SoH). In June 2010, I accompanied Hope’s Promise’s Kenyan Country Coordinator, Edith Karau, to a doctor’s visit with Esther as part of her SoH admission process. Frail Esther melted miserably into her mother’s lap on my left, her eyes swelling with tears. Mama Karau stood on my right. The doctor sat in front of us, silhouetted against a large sunlit window. The dissonance of grinding gears and squealing brakes from traffic just outside almost drowned out his comments. I leaned forward as he gently explained that the tests Esther needed would be costly and her daily care would be consuming. “You need to determine the value of her life,” he said. The shock of the moment flooded my mind with a thousand thoughts. If the scale tipped to the left, how long could Esther defy the odds? I turned to the right, and the balance shifted towards life. Knowing that I had the backing of friends in the US, I told Mama Karau, “If you can provide the care, we can secure the funding.” As she later explained, Mama does not doubt that God has His Hand on Esther’s life and has brought her to us for a reason. Mama met the doctor’s questioning gaze, and did not hesitate to reply that they will care for her. Recent photos from Kenya reveal the glitter in Esther’s eyes, her filled out cheeks, and an adoring smile cast upon her new Daddy, Pastor Karau. Video footage records a miracle: Esther walks, a little wobbly but completely unaided, while a gaggle of new brothers and sisters wildly cheer her accomplishment.