Shalini’s Sponsorship

It sounds like the opening episode of “This is Us.” A baby is left at the doorstep. Only this wasn’t a television episode. It was real life. Shalini Angel Sharma was left on the doorstep of CRF’s Howard Peacock Cottage in India on January 5, 1992. She was only one day old. Her parents were never found. What a sad story! Can you imagine abandoning a newborn baby? But she could never have been left at a better place—the birthplace of Christian Relief Fund. Yes, in 1971 Baxter Loe started Christian Relief Fund here in India. Shalini was going to receive care. She would get an education, a place to live, and good food. She would be raised knowing about… Read more »

$228

$228. That’s how much it cost. I was shocked. How can one bottle of medicine cost me that much? But I didn’t have an alternative. I had malaria. That was the only medicine available. What can you do? You pay it. But I thought of all my friends living in Kenya where I got malaria. Most of them couldn’t pay that much for malaria drugs. Maybe their pharmacies don’t charge U.S. prices, but they still often don’t have enough to cover the cost. So they do without. Some are ok. Unfortunately, some are not. More than 1,000 people die from malaria every day because they can’t access or pay for the medical care they need. And many others can’t afford… Read more »

It’s Bed Time!

I have slept most of my life on a waterbed. I guess I’m just an old hippie, but I like them. However, Barbie talked me into buying a new bed. It’s a traditional bed, and I hate to admit it—but it is so comfortable! Whether it is comfort, relaxation, sleep, or whatever—it’s like this bed has changed my life. It wasn’t that expensive, but what an investment it was. If you are bed shopping, contact me, and I’ll tell you about it. I love my bed, and I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have it. I don’t even want to go back to my waterbed. And I certainly can’t imagine not having a bed at all…. Read more »

The Salvation of Suresh

If this letter from a sponsored child doesn’t make you glad you support CRF, we don’t know what will! I am Suresh. My parents suffered heavy debts raising cotton on leased land to pay the debts. The moneylender took my father and mother to North India to work on a road contract. I was stopped from going to school and made a cattle herder. My friends didn’t come near me because I smelled of cattle dung. My friends went to the fields to cut and carry grass to my master’s house. I washed buffaloes while my friends listened to their teachers. I thought my happy childhood was over. One day a cow went missing, and my master tied me to… Read more »

Coming Full Circle

They have the same last name. They have the same journey. They have the same occupations. And now they are doing the same thing. And they are right back where they started. The stories of Samson and Samuel Methari (no kin just the same name) start and end with CRF. I don’t have a “before” picture of Samuel, but the one of Samson is priceless. CRF started in India. A few years after it began, Samson (the shirtless boy in the old photo) was brought to our children’s home. He was poor and had no food to eat. He came with his sister (to his left) who was also blind. Not long after this, a little destitute girl named Jyothi… Read more »