Precious children with soiled faces and shabby clothing gathered around our van as we pulled up in Cien Fuegos. “Pastor Ruben”, they called out as he waved hello.
In the midst of the small crowd of little ones stood Carlitos. “Carlitos,” called Pastor Ruben, “where have you been?” His eyes became misty as he rolled down the window. “I’ve missed you Carlitos. Where have you been?” His face glowed as he gazed upon this little one.
Carlitos was enrolled into our children’s center last year by an aunt. Ruben immediately bonded with him. Each morning he would sit in the corner with a sullen look on his face as the other children sang their morning devotional songs with the teacher.
His behavior concerned us all. “Carlitos gets angry everyday and wants to leave around 11 a.m.,” his teacher complained, “it is becoming difficult for me to keep my class in order because of his behavior!”
All of our hearts were overwhelmed. Why is Carlitos misbehaving so? We called our late center’s psychologist and explained his behavior. “I’ll be there in the morning,” she calmly responded.
The next morning as the psychologist and I walked in, Carlitos was once again the corner pouting. Carmen, our then psychologist, gently urged him from out of the corner. “Hello Carlitos, can we be friends?”
We were all shocked when he quickly responded to her. She asked the cook to give Carlitos a plate of food. His face lit up when he saw the plate before him. She urged him, “Sit and eat precious.” He ate.
As he ate, she asked him a few questions about his home. “My mom doesn’t love me, I’ve never seen her,” he blurted out with a mouth full of food.
After his meal, he was fine and was excused to his class. Carmen looked at us both and said, “If you really want to help these children, feed them breakfast upon arrival, then lunch before they leave. You’ll see, he will behave if has food to eat!” She was stern and decisive, “We need to speak with Carlitos’ aunt.”
At her command, we confronted the aunt. “Why does Carlos come to the center barefoot?”Carmen asked.
“We are too poor to buy him shoes,” she responded while starring at the ground.
“He is hungry every day and misbehaves because of his hunger. Why aren’t you feeding him?”

“We are too poor for food,” she responded with a smirk on her face. It was quite apparent she didn’t care much about Carlitos.
“Where are his parents?” Carmen wanted answers.
“His mom gave him to us; we are his father’s family. She didn’t want him, so she left him at the hospital. His father is in prison.”
At this point, our heats ached for Carlitos. His mom left him with people who chose not to give him better care and there was not much we could do about it.
We made it our business to ensure that Carlitos had shoes, clothes, food, an education and knowledge of our loving God. He was faithful to come to the center each day and his behavior improved tremendously as he was fed.
Towards the end of the school year, our center director, Isabel told us that Carlitos had not been coming to the center. He’d already missed more than two weeks!
After a home visit, we were even more overwhelmed by the fact that his grandmother would not allow him to attend the center because she needed him on the streets to hustle for her. She was unyielding in her commitment to keep him on the street. There was absolutely no desire in her to do what was best for Carlitos.
But now, weeks later, he is standing here before us. “Carlitos, where have you been?” Ruben asks once again.
He poked out his lips as he usually does before he speaks and tried his best to stand his four year old stature up like the eight year old he is. “My cousin Alex and I are living alone. My grandmother is dying and Alex’s mom is with her. We are alone,” he gazed at the ground.
“Have you eaten Carlitos?” Ruben remembered our late psychologist’s advice.
“Where is your cousin?” At this point, all of our eyes were misty. How could this be happening to Carlitos on our watch?
Twelve year old Alex approached our van.
“Are you really living alone?”
“How are you surviving?”
“We dig through trash.”
The ringworms all over each of their bodies reflect that reality.
We gave them money for food and asked a trusted neighbor to care for them as we needed time to devise a plan.
All I could think to do was pray. We wept and grieved over the reality that exists in Cien Fuegos and that reality was smacking us right in our face once again! Carlitos was ours, thus covered by Christ. Satan could not have him; we refused to let that happen.
We called on prayer warriors and asked for prayer. Carlitos needed a miracle and he needed one fast!
Two days later, as we walked into the center, a young dark skinned lady sat in a chair holding a baby. I smiled at her as I entered and kindly told her that registration wasn’t until next month.
“I’m not here for registration,” she was extremely nervous. I could see the shame all over her. “I’m here because I want my son.”
At that point, I knew that she was Carlitos’ mother. I pulled up a chair and asked her to tell me her story.
“I was only fourteen. I was so poor and his dad told me that his family would keep him. I thought that leaving him was the right thing to do, but look at him now,” she fought hard to hold back her tears, “I was faithful in the church when I was a little girl, but I turned away from God and found myself pregnant at fourteen. I was afraid, but now I am not that same person. I am better; please let me have my son.”
My heart fought the desire to hug her and to punch her all at the same time. “How dare she hurt precious Carlitos that way? How dare she leave him with abusers and allow him to suffer abandonment twice?” I thought.
“But she is her now Vicki,” I could hear the gentle voice of my Savior, “forgive her, tell her that she is forgiven. Tell her not to be ashamed. Tell her that she is free.”
I could never resist a nudge from my Master, so I chose to love her. I gave her his words and told her that everything would be okay.
I immediately asked Ruben, our center director and our new psychologist to each interview her. We all had to be sure that her story was true.
“I know this sounds strange,” she nervously explained, “but I had a dream two days ago that Carlitos’ grandmother was dying and that he was alone. I knew that he needed me so I prepared my belongings for the trip. My new husband encouraged me to go after my son. I was afraid, but I knew I had to come. Right after he told me to come, Carlitos’ aunt called me to tell me that his grandmother was dying and that he was alone.”
I stood in amazement because that was the same day that I had prayer warriors battling for Carlitos! We allowed her to stay at the center for the day. It was an emotional day for Carlitos and the rest of us. We knew that we wouldn’t see him at our center anymore. His mom lives in a small town that is over an hour away from the center.
After a play day at our mountain home with the other children from the center, Carlitos happily went home with his mom. She tenderly cared for him in our presence and her love for him is sincere.
We promised to visit as often as possible and to be sure that he is handling his new life well. He still needs much care and prayer.
As far his cousin Alex is concerned, we have not been able to find a permanent home for him. None of the orphanages that we called will take him because he is already twelve years old. We spoke with his mom and she says she doesn’t care about what happens to him.
He is temporarily living with a neighbor who attends our church and works in our ministry. Please continue to pray as the sad stories of Cien Fuegos seem to never end.

One Child Transformed, An Entire Community Renewed

As we continue with the community renewal that God has called us to in Cien Fuegos, we are reminded of the power of the transformation of one life. Sometimes we get caught up in the masses and we forget that eternal transformation many times is achieved one person at a time.

As we trust God for the transformation of Cien Fuegos, we can take comfort in knowing that He was able to set the nation of Israel free through one child named David. He led the Israelite slaves to freedom through a baby named Moses. He brought His people back to Himself through a young boy named Josiah and He redeemed mankind through His one and only Son, Jesus Christ.

God is interested in the One, thus we strive to serve each child at our center on a one by one basis. We are excited to see the work of God in each of their lives.

Thank you for joining us on this mission of nourishing bodies and feeding their souls.


H.O.P.E Endures

Many young ladies in Cien Fuegos are moving in with adult men and forfeiting their futures for a moment of pleasure. Our center has put an end to that cycle of crudeness and vexation in the lives of the youth at our center. We offer these young ladies a H.O.P.E that will endure. A H.O.P.E that never ceases to believe in them. H.O.P.E goes the distance to love them. H.O.P.E lives on in their lives when the world around them bids defeat. Though our work is not in vain, it takes courage to uphold the cause of these young people. This kind of daring audacity gives these children the firm resolution to live and to live well. God makes the difference in the lives of the children at our center.

We know that we can we truly strive to shine H.O.P.E within the darkness that invades Cien Fuegos as our God drives before us to banish the enemy that longs to envelope that place. We know that we don’t work in solitude as we fight against those forces in changing lives one day at a time.

Life change can take a lifetime. We are in this for the long run. Thank you for standing with us!


Our Redeeming God

To redeem is to recover ownership by paying a specified sum.Image

Rahab was a prostitute. Most of us may say that we don´t relate to her, but we all do. Perhaps many of us have never sold our bodies, but we have bought into a lie. The same lies that drove Rahab to share her bed with many is the same lie many of us believe today. We may think that we are not precious enough or good enough. We have each held on to a lie at some point in life and we have allowed that lie to tell how how to live.

God´s love redeemed Rahab. She had a defining moment in her life. Joshua 2:9-11 shows us where she stood, ““I know that the Lord has given you this land and that a great fear of you has fallen on us, so that all who live in this country are melting in fear because of you. We have heard how the Lord dried up the water of the Red Sea for you when you came out of Egypt, and what you did to Sihon and Og, the two kings of the Amorites east of the Jordan, whom you completely destroyed.When we heard of it, our hearts melted in fear and everyone’s courage failed because of you, for the Lord your God is God in heaven above and on the earth below.” She recognized God’s power and she didn’t let her bad choices decide whether or not she was going to believe in Him. She realized that there was only one way out and it was with God! Joshua 6:22-25 shares her deliverance, “Joshua said to the two men who had spied out the land, ‘Go into the prostitute’s house and bring her out and all who belong to her, in accordance with your oath to her.’ So the young men who had done the spying went in and brought out Rahab, her father and mother, her brothers and sisters and all who belonged to her. They brought out her entire family and put them in a place outside the camp of Israel.Then they burned the whole city and everything in it, but they put the silver and gold and the articles of bronze and iron into the treasury of the Lord’s house. But Joshua spared Rahab the prostitute, with her family and all who belonged to her, because she hid the men Joshua had sent as spies to Jericho—and she lives among the Israelites to this day.”

Matthew 1:5 tells us who she becomes “ Salmon the father of Boaz, whose mother was Rahab,

Boaz the father of Obed, whose mother was Ruth, Obed the father of Jesse,” She becomes the mother of Boaz. Perhaps Boaz’s heart towards Ruth had everything to do with the fact that his mother was also a foreigner. God’s love redeems!

For those who don’t know how the story ends, this ex-prostitute is listed among the great men  of  faith in Hebrews 11:30 “By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient.” She also becomes a great-grandmother of Jesus Christ! Yes, a reject from society is in the lineage of our Savior!

You see, God knew her destiny from the beginning and being a prostitute wasn’t going to stop God’s plan for her life because she chose to believe Him instead of the lie.

Her son was able to redeem Ruth because he grew up under the care of a mother who knew and experienced the redeeming love of God. What are you teaching your children?

God has given us an awesome opportunity to redeem the lives of many children in Cien Fuegos. His love for them draws us to that dark place and keeps us there.

The sweet children in that place are also the rejects of Santiago, but they are accepted in God’s loving arms. He embraces each of them. He draws them, He calls them by name and He molds them into His image.

He creates His masterpiece in them through us. Each of us has played a significant part in the redemption of their lives. God has used you and us to shape His anointing into the broken hearts and lives of those that He has set apart.

It is an honor and privilege to know that we are looking at lives that are transforming each day! Praise God for His power to redeem. Thanks to you for your obedience to give and to pray!


An Education for the Children at our Center

In our efforts to ensure that each child in our center attends school, we drove through the dirt roads and alongside the dirty river where some of  them  bathe to visit with their mothers. We were shocked to hear that the local school district would not allow their children to attend school. As each mom told us their stories, I could not ignore the holes in their roofs. What happens to these children when it rains? My eyes wandered to the naked little boy running around in the midst of germs as if he had no cares in the world. I couldn’t help but notice the looks of despair as neighbors began to flock around us in hopes to be heard. “Will you please open a center over here too?”, they asked. “No one cares about those of us out here,” one mom griped, “how will we do better if no one is willing to come out here to teach us?” I must admit that my heart ached as I realized that these precious children walk such a long distance to our center each day and knowing that I sat in the back seat of a comfortable vehicle to arrive to their location.
“I can’t make any promises,” I told them, “it takes a lot to run a center, but I will do my best to get your children in school.”
I went home that day with new resolve. If a child attends the Cien Fuegos HOPE Center, they will also attend school!
I made this astonishing announcement to my husband as we settled in for the night. He agreed, “I will do everything I can for them honey, that’s why we are here.” I rested comfortably that night knowing that God was at work and that He would go before us as we did our best to defend the poor.
A few days later, my precious husband, our center’s psychologist, and the parents headed to the local schools in their district.
“These children are residents of this district, yet were not allowed to attend school,” the psychologist demanded, “they need an education!”
The school principal shook her head and told them that there was no room, the school was overcrowded and they absolutely had no place to put them.
My husband gently responded, “If they don’t receive an education, what will become of them? Look at their surroundings, if they can’t come here, where will they go?” He continued, “If you accept them, I promise that our center will be sure to help them complete all homework assignments and keep them up to date. I am here to serve you as well, how can our center help you?”
The principal smiled and accepted the children.
Each school in the district accepted our unschooled children that day! We are happy to say that all but one child in our center is now enrolled in school.  Students attend school for a half day in the Dominican Republic, the other half of their day is spent at our center.
Thank you for your support!

Lives Transformed

As we walked through Cien Fuegos a few nights ago, my heart was heavy for the people in our midst. I can’t help but to love them. They are precious souls simply searching for the truth. It brings us much satisfaction and joy to know that we posses what they are longing.
It was such fun to give the children a party this summer! Their eyes were bright as they were allowed to eat large pieces of cake and chocolate candy! The sad reality is that many of them never had cake before! They were very grateful for the sweets and for the fun!
Your $30/month is making a difference in these lives. As these children’s lives are transformed, their community will be transformed. You are making an investment into lives and God honors that kind of investment. Thank you!
The children had a great time at both camps this summer, but it is now time to re-open the daily doors of our center. Please pray as we make transitions with our staff and as we pursue a larger facility.
Remember that you are greatly appreciated and you are transforming lives!


I remember when I was child. Although my children think that is was a very long time ago, the vivid memories still live in my mind.
Just as I can easily recall the early years of my life, so will the children of our center one day. The day will come when they are adults. What will they have to say about us then? Will they look back in joy at their childhood because others from afar cared for them?
God has a dream for each of them. His dream was embedded upon their lives at conception. His dreams are not limited to our environments, yet we live without even knowing what they are at times.
We don’t want that to happen to the children at the Cien Fuegos HOPE Center! It is our desire to see each one of them walk out God’s design for their lives. Thus, it is imperative that we all stand for them. Let’s continue this great work in transforming lives. Let’s link arms for the sake of these blessings in Cien Fuegos. They are worth every effort.

A Pathway to H.O.P.E

She awakened to the rooster crowing once again. The cold morning air was a bit too much for her today, would her mom every buy blankets? The wet mattress that she shared with her siblings was a little too much today. The cold outside air kept her shivering as she awakened her little sister to get her dried up before mom caught her wet in the bed once again. Why couldn’t her bladder hold out until morning? She lowered a bucket into the large barrel that stood outside her house, she only needed a small amount of water to boil for a bath. She would share a bath with her sister. They would stand together on the small patch of cement out back and pour water all over their naked bodies. Just a little water, there was no soap today. As she raised the bucket into the barrel, it was empty. “Not again”, she thought. Not today, today she was turning 13. Today she wanted a bath. But there was no bath. She crept into the living area of their shack and fished through the piles of dirty laundry. She just had to find something for her younger sister to wear, something that didn’t smell like urine. Then she remembered the small bag of clothes that her little sister received at the Center yesterday. She searched for the bag, hoping that her mom didn’t sell the new clothes for today’s meal. Happily she found the pink dress and panties and carefully changed her little sister’s clothes. Her other 4 siblings were up by now. Everyone searching for something to eat, but there was nothing to be found. Nothing. They didn’t even have any drinking water. Mom was up too. She tried her best to smile as mom gave her a birthday hug and told her that she loved her. She still didn’t understand love, she was hungry. As she walked her siblings to school that morning she was approached by a handsome man in the neighborhood. He had a house not far from hers. She heard that at his house, she could find food, blankets and water. He gave her a birthday hug that made her feel special inside. He asked her out for a date that night. He was 23, she was 13. She went out with him that night. He said that he loved her and she now believed that she knew what love was. She moved out of her house a few weeks later to become his live in girlfriend. Within a few months, she was pregnant. Within the year, he was beating her and bringing other women into the home. She endured, where else would she go? After a few years, he kicked her out, she wasn’t pretty enough for him anymore. She became a prostitute. She sold herself to feed her children. She didn’t know what else to do. She didn’t know where else to go. Her children ended up at the Center, they now have a meal each day and she gets the help that she needs to stay off the street.



Unheard Voices

Most of us live each day expressing our hearts or our needs knowing that they will be fulfilled. Basic needs like a safe home or clean water for bathing, drinking and cooking. Have you lived a lifetime not really knowing where your next meal would come from? Do your children wander the streets barefoot while you search day and night for work, just to return empty handed?

Each time I walk into our children’s center in Cien Fuegos I hear voices that the world never hears. Voices like little Carlos that begged me for a piece of bread because he was too hungry to wait for lunch. I also heard beautiful sounds from innocent children who sang with all of their hearts to God. Such a lovely rendition of His work, but the world did not hear.

These precious lives have voices that must be heard. They cry out for understanding, but no one hears. The plead for justice, did they ask to be born into poverty?

What will we do with these voices? We can not stand by and just let them shout alone. We know that they are there, but we close our ears.

These children need you. It doesn’t take much to ensure that Carlos gets a meal each day. It only takes $30/month to make their voices heard. 

Please sponsor a child today! Your sponsorship will save their lives and create better opportunities for the next generation.

Sponsor a Child

I was astonished once again as we drove through Cien Fuegos.The dirt roads and pot holes had already blown me away! Some houses were wooden, some were made of a tin material. Most of these homes do not have bathrooms nor running water.

Some children in this sector of Santiago, Dominican Republic dig through the garbage dump for scrap metal to sell for food. Many of these precious ones don’t go to school.

I am amazed each time I take the 20 minute drive to the place that is translated “100 Fires”. Sometimes I wonder how those precious children and my sweet children share this island, yet their lives are so distinct. “We must do something about this,” were the words of one of my sons, “we can’t keep allowing those children to suffer that way.”

So we did! We provide spiritual growth, education and meals to these lovely children Monday-Thursday. Join us as we embrace the lives of these children and their families. Sponsor a child today for only $30/month and change a life forever!