If you know Schindler’s List, then you know the ending speaks for itself.

Richmond Kwame Amoah

Age: 4
Gender: Male
Region: West Africa
Country: Ghana

Personal and Family Information:
Richmond lives with his stepfather and his mother. His duties at home include running errands. There are 2 children in the family. His stepfather is sometimes employed and his mother is sometimes employed.

Richmond is not presently attending school. Soccer is his favorite activity. He also attends Bible class regularly.

Well, we’ve been wanting to sponsor a kid from Compassion International for a while and here he is. (more…)

As “Christians” we usually give that 10% tithe, but what about that extra stuff. We say “Oh, I want that 108″ 1080p Sharp LCD tv with the blue ray player and the Nakamichi Surround Sound, and in 2 weeks I’m gonna buy a Platinum Plus RV, and in another 2 weeks I’ll buy a castle with a mote that comes with my own personal llama, and in another month I’m gonna buy that Bugatti Veyron 16 I always wanted.”(Or something like that). Or maybe it’s (more…)

A child dies every three seconds in Africa. Today, 30,000 children will die from poverty. With all the stupid little things that we worry about from day to day and with all the money we have at our fingertips, why the hell can’t we help them out in some way? And now some of you are more concerned about the fact that I just said “hell” than about the 30,000 kids who die every day in Africa. And that’s the sad truth.

i try to impress people i don’t even like with things i think they would like me for having, which i can’t even afford. they will end up being obsolete tomorrow, sitting on a back shelf collecting dust next month or even getting rust on them in a little bit so then i have to throw it away. so, i’m just thinking about what happens after this all ends.–wait, after all this is said and done, i don’t have my Mac or my HDTV? i don’t have my wife to talk for me or even my retro t-shirt or my too tight girly fitting jeans? i don’t have that fancy restaurant that makes me feel all important cause the food is so nasty it’s expensive, or that favorite rock-n-roll album on my iPod or my starbucks white chocolate mocha in hand. after this blink-of-an-eye experience is over, it’s just me, the Maker and His one question- “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH ME?”