Our Village

In our village, there is barely access to food or clean water.

In our village, we are hungry and poor.

In our village, we need to work hard to survive, but we’re barely earning income.

In our village, our education system lacks any depth for our children.

In our village, there seems to be no hope.

At least, we thought.

Throughout history, spanning many centuries, our town has been without the basic necessities required for its people to survive. Countless people have died in this area, but it can end today.

Thankfully, there's help.

Thankfully, these kind souls are willing to help us get on our feet. We may not know who they are, but we want to thank them from the bottom of our hearts for what they've done.

They provide us with free food, clean water, and rebuild our houses. Most people will not do this, but I’m glad that these people did.

Pastor Yoel and his crew have been nothing, but generous to us. I can't thank him enough for what he's done.

They even share with us about a man named Jesus Christ who died for our sins and rose again. That sounds like great news.

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