World Vision

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Our Vision for every child, life in all its fullness.


Our prayer for every heart, the will to make it so.

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World Vision is a Christian humanitarian organization dedicated to working with children, families, and their communities worldwide to reach their full potential by tackling the causes of poverty and injustice. They work in nearly 100 countries, serving all people, regardless of religion, race, ethnicity, or gender. World Vision provides emergency assistance to children and families affected by natural disasters and civil conflict, work with communities to develop long-term solutions to alleviate poverty, and advocate for justice on behalf of the poor. Motivated by their faith in Jesus Christ, World Vision serves alongside the poor and oppressed as a demonstration of God’s unconditional love for all people.

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Experience a trip to Ethiopia with Bethany’s Lay Associate Pastor:

World Vision, Ethiopia-December 2011
Written by: Maggie Rhodes, Lay Associate Pastor

world visionHundreds of Smiles: Dusty feet, energetic waves, firm handshakes, slim bodies and smiles—hundreds of smiles. We pass them young and old, walking, standing and sitting along the long roads we travel. A car gets noticed here. Everyone stares as our Land Rover zips along, swerving around the donkeys, oxen, people and occasional chickens that travel the road. Other than an old blue bus here or there, few vehicles do we see. Just people on foot, staring. Staring at the car, staring at the young white woman under the floppy hat, who sits in its passenger seat, filming. Filming in hopes that we’ll remember. Remember what we saw, remember what we smelled, remember what we heard, remember whom we met and remember how it changed us.

It’s been two years now and at times I still “feel” Ethiopia. A photo, a smell, or even a taste will take me back. I HOPE I will never forget all I saw and experienced on that trip. I wear the SCARS proudly, though they have faded some in the time that has passed, they are still very much there. I don’t want to forget. That has been my greatest fear that the scars left on my life from that trip would fade away and I would forget. I mustn’t forget! So I share, I re-tell and I REMEMBER.
Like now, as I write this, a cup of coffee sits steaming on the table. I close my eyes and can feel my long skirt rustle in the warm breeze; the air smells faintly of wood smoke. The brim of my floppy hat shades my eyes from the sun; it’s the dry season, not a cloud in the sky. A large black video camera, my companion on the trip, sits in my lap. In my hand I hold a small cup, about the size of a shot glass, but more like a teacup with no handle. It’s filled to the brim with the most wonderful coffee. Not Maxwell house, not Starbucks, much better. Silently I sat transfixed; I’d never seen coffee made like that before. Coffee was always fast, it came spitting out of a machine. Coffee had never been art. Green coffee beans, roasted over open fire in the yard of a little grass hut. Roasted, crushed, and then mixed instead of brewed. Strong, thick, velvety smooth and full of the most wonderful flavor, unlike any coffee I’d ever tasted. Like cranking homemade ice cream, I developed a new appreciation. I gained a lot of appreciation that week. APPRECIATION for TIME, APPRECIATION for HEALTH, APPRECIATION for OPPORTUNITY and APPRECIATION for LIFE!

I was blessed with the opportunity to spend eight days on a study tour in the African country of Ethiopia learning about what World Vision is doing and specifically about their Well-Building Projects. We traveled to many remote villages and saw first hand how World Vision comes into a village and invests in its community and its people and works WITH THEM to build wells, build schools, build churches and build knowledge! If you ever questioned whether or not what you give is actually making an impact I can tell you World Vision is doing AMAZING things with their funds. Just over a dollar a day can feed a child for a month. At that cost it’s easy to make a difference in the life of a child.

It was an amazing journey—one that has BLESSED me beyond words. I saw so much poverty, so much need and so much love. All of which left their mark. I cherish all the dusty hands I shook and all the smiles I traded and all the humbling moments that left their scar so that I may, hopefully, never forget!