God birthed God Loves Kids ministry in the heart of Lovie Phillips over 38 years ago to touch children in His name that otherwise would have little or no hope for the future. Thousands of lives have been changed and God is working through GLK now and, I am sure, will be for many years to come.
The true story of Santa Claus begins with Nicholas, who was born during the third century in the village of Patara. At the time the area was a part of Greece but is now the southern coast of Turkey. His wealthy parents, who raised him to be a devout Christian, died in an epidemic while Nicholas was still young.
In 2012 God Loves Kids will be making two trips, one to India, Nepal and Nagaland and the other to Rwanda and Uganda. You can help make a difference! God Loves Kids ministers to children who without our help would face a life that is hard for most of us to imagine without seeing it firsthand.
We have a vision for a new church in Nepal, a country where for centuries, no Christian missionaries were allowed to enter. • Can you envision a land where cows are holy, animal sacrifices are a weekly occurrence, and human cremations take place daily?
Faithfulness and obedience to the call of God on her life has resulted not only in spiritual sons and daughters, but in grandchildren as well. Almost forty years later, with God Loves Kids, has Lovie Phillips been successful in this God given goal? The God Loves Kids Alumni has answered this question with the testimony of their gratefulness and the success of their productive godly lives.
While we were in Uganda, during the month of March 2013, the newspaper headlines were filled with stories of kids in the slums who were being told they would have as safe place to live and food to eat along with religious training. Instead they were kidnapped and taken to muslim terrorist camps. Ten Islamic imams were being sought by the authorities for kidnapping orphans who had been recruited into Islamic orphanages.
Born in 1961, one of my earliest memories was watching my hero Lassie on TV. Of course, that memory is in black and white because that is how it was broadcasted. I remember during my younger years, the black and white TV had grown old, the picture tube grew weak and turning up the brightness control became a ritual.