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In Africa, 20 million people in 26 countries are suffering due to severe drought and famine. Many world leaders fear that this will be the worst humanitarian crisis since 1945. To respond to this desperate need, Cross Catholic Outreach is working with our church-based partners to provide food, relief and the hope of the Gospel.
These “God Moments” Keep Us Going
Over the last few years, some of our ministry staff have begun gathering to share “God moments” they’ve experienced in the course of their work. These sharing times are opportunities to set aside the stresses of fundraising and reflect on how the lives of staff, donors and beneficiaries have been touched in profound ways.
Catholics are bringing health care to the southern tier of Haiti
Cross Catholic Outreach is actively involved in health care initiatives throughout Haiti. We strive to bring healing to impoverished communities by shipping medical supplies and providing financial support to Catholic ministries that run clinics and provide medical services for the poor.
Living Water for the People of Lodwar
Living Water for the People of Lodwar On my recent visit to Kenya, I was blessed to go to the Diocese of Lodwar, home of the Turkana people, to attend a blessing ceremony of a well. Lodwar is in northwestern Kenya, and the climate there is hot and extremely arid. The Turkana people are seminomadic […]
Love that Heals
On my recent visit to Meru, Kenya, I met Father Francis, a diocesan priest who has been called by God to rescue hundreds of orphans and street children. After spending only a few minutes with Fr. Francis, it was easy to see what made him successful. Behind a wide smile and gregarious personality, I discovered a man of incredible faith who trusted in Jesus Christ’s love to heal and redeem even those with the deepest wounds and the most troubled past.
My Day in the Slum
I don’t know which affected me more – the old man sprawled out on a bed of garbage or the lonely baby crying out for comfort. I wanted to weep about both but I was too numb with shock. I had only been in Nairobi’s sprawling Huruma slum for about an hour and I was already anxious to leave.