On Saturday, June 6, 35 Malawian high school seniors celebrated the end of their high school studies at Children of the Nations' International Christian Academy. Finishing high school is a rare and prestigious accomplishment for any child in Malawi, where drop-out rates are high due to school costs, teenage marriages, and other social pressures. You could feel the excitement and sense of accomplishment in the air as these young students celebrated this milestone.
It’s been 20 years since COTN opened its doors with a bold mission: “raising children who transform nations.” Twenty years is a critical milestone—the children who first entered COTN’s care so many years ago are all grown up. Now we can answer the big question: is COTN achieving its goal?
On a recent trip to Malawi and Uganda this past March, I was bestowed the great honor of being a guest speaker at a three-day conference that led up to the grand opening of a new COTN¬Uganda church plant and school chapel.
Children of the Nations founders Chris and Debbie Clark are spending some time in Uganda and Malawi this spring. They've had a great time visiting the children and working with COTN's in-country staff to continue providing the best possible care for the children. It's been a busy trip, but such a blessing at the same time.
Chris and Debbie have shared some of the highlights of their journey in the photos below. We hope you enjoy this update from Africa!
What happens when a baby born deep in the jungle of Sierra Leone is named after you? A few things: great honor and joy, a new sense of responsibility, and two lives on opposite ends of the globe that are now tied together in an amazing yet complicated way.
Imagine creating a gourmet meal using only ingredients available in rural Sierra Leone. It might sound like a challenge, but the students at the Rosen College of Hospitality Management in Orlando, Florida, were up for it. They partnered with Children of the Nations (COTN) to create a book of 50 recipes for COTN's hospitality staff in Africa and the Caribbean.
Late in the afternoon, a small crowd of children gathers on the side of the road in rural northern Uganda. Their clothes are ratty, their eyes hungry. They lack almost every material thing you and I would consider essential. But there’s one thing they refuse to go without.