What's the difference between an institution and a family?

At Asia's Hope, we've long asserted that orphaned children do best in families, not institutions. Our newest video echoes other materials we've developed in asserting that our Asia's Hope homes are real families with real moms and dads and real siblings.

That terminology is not entirely uncontroversial. In fact, for the purposes of some academic and social science research into orphan care, an "institution" is any residential program with non-biological family members and paid staff.

But in common parlance, the terms "institution" and "orphanage" have become so loaded, that they complicate any real attempts to evaluate whether or not a particular setting is likely to produce good outcomes for children in difficult situations.

The Dickensian squalor evoked by the term "orphanage" does indeed exist in many of the world's low-nurture orphan care settings. Children do in many cases languish, unloved in institutions run by barely-trained, badly-paid shift workers. 

Unfortunately, that image often gets projected onto all residential orphan care models, including excellent ones like ours. As a result, we've seen an upsurge over the last few years of activist groups with a misguided agenda to eliminate, rather than innovate residential orphan care worldwide. 

But the best and most relevant research demonstrates that orphaned children can do well in residential care settings. And at Asia's Hope, we believe that our mode of care is signficantly different — and vastly better — than older, more institutional models.

So while some ideologically hardened critics of residential orphan care seem unable to accept that such a thing as "non-institutional, family-style residential care" can exist — to them, all "orphanages" are the same — we're proving them wrong. Every day.

So what's the difference between an institution and a family?

In low-nurture, institutional orphanages, the staff do not view themselves as parents -- they lack the resources, the training and the support to adequately respond to a child's psychological and emotional distres. They are often overworked, tasked with looking after far too many children in a setting that feels more like a hospital or a half-way house than a home. In many cases, caregivers work in shifts and go back to other homes when they aren't "on the job." There is little planning for a child's transition to adulthood; when a kid reaches a certain age, they're simply shown the door. As a result, the children in institutional care remain orphans. They may receive basic nutrition, shelter and medical care, but they never get what an orphaned child needs most: the love of a family.

At Asia's Hope, each home is based on a family model, run by a husband and wife who serve as parents, not simply caregivers. Their biological children live with them at the home, and are raised alongside their new siblings, the orphaned children rescued by Asia's Hope. The home parents are supported by other live-in caregivers and a wide variety of tutors, coaches, nurses and by the wider Asia's Hope community. We offer each child the opportunity to attend university or receive vocational training to help them transition to independent adulthood. And most importantly, we give each of our kids the most important gift imaginable when we remove from them the stigma and the weight of being an orphan by placing them in a loving, permanent family.

We believe Asia's Hope has been called to help change the way the world thinks about, talks about and implements residential orphan care. But we can't do it without you. We need more churches, more businesses, more families and more individuals to join our efforts to improve and expand family-style orphan care around the globe.

Watch the video. Share it with your friends. Contact me today: john@asiashope.org

John McCollumComment
Family movies!

Everyone loves family movies! 

Thanks to the hard work of our friends Danny Jackson, Jared Heveron and Gabe DeGarmeaux from Scarlet City Church in Columbus, Ohio and L.A.-based Seth Earnest, we're thrilled to release the first of four videos produced from footage we filmed this summer in Cambodia and India.

This first video, "This is my family," highlights Asia's Hope's key distinctive: we provide real families — not institutions — for orphaned children at high risk of sexual and economic exploitation in Cambodia, Thailand and India. 

The next three videos will go more in depth into our model and our strategies to rescue, raise and educate the next generation of Christian leaders in Asia.

We hope these videos will inspire and inform and draw more attention to the wonderful work being done by our staff, and we pray that they will bring new supporters on board to help us provide more families for more orphaned kids.

Please share with your friends, families, churches, neighbors and colleagues! And for more information, contact me directly: john@asiashope.org.

 

John McCollumComment
Slightly daunted but exhilarated
Saying goodbye to the kids and staff at the Doi Saket 1 (Thailand) homes.

Saying goodbye to the kids and staff at the Doi Saket 1 (Thailand) homes.

I had intended to write a tidy, end-of-trip post from Thailand before heading back to the USA. Near the end of my trip, I got extraordinarily busy, and by the time I actually had the time to write, I was already sliding into the Sarlacc that is international travel with kids.

Having survived the voyage from Chiang Mai to Hanoi to Tokyo to Dallas (the Great Pit of Carkoon) to Columbus without losing my luggage, my lunch or any of my children, I weathered the usual jet lag and culture shock with pluck and aplomb.

I returned to find our new offices (more about this in a later post) almost ready for occupancy thanks to the hard work of Addison, Carol and a host of volunteers. So before I find myself inundated with meetings -- which begin in 3...2...1... -- I thought I'd write a quick update.

My trip this summer was amazing. Long, oft-arduous, but really spectacular. For the first time I think I felt the scope of what it is God is doing through Asia's Hope. It's more than just the 800 or so kids and 150-some staff for whom we provide full-time, comprehensive support. It's not only the two schools, 29 homes and countless programs we run. I really believe that God is using Asia's Hope to demonstrate to the Church and to the world at large what true excellence in orphan care can look like. 

Our organization isn't perfect; it's a huge challenge to maintain such a high level of care consistenly across so many homes. But we are constantly striving to fulfill our promise of real families for orphaned children. And when it works, it's nearly unbelievable. As one of our visiting supporters told me, "We've been all over the world. We've seen lots of "orphanages." But this is amazing. I never imagined it could be this good."

So while I've returned with a lengthy list of needs and a lot of issues to address over time, I remain so pleased about what God has given us. And I'm excited about increasing our visibility within the aid and development community -- we have a story to tell and a model that others can emulate, adapt and maybe even improve.

The next few months will be packed. We're forging new funding relationships, connecting with new networks of thinkers and doers, strategizing new campaigns and launching new support models that we think will vastly expand our ability to serve not only our existing kids but future generations as well.

I'm thankful for a new space that will allow us to host a wide variety of events, and I can't wait to see who God will bring through our doors. I'm also looking forward to writing more articles about orphan care and international ministry.

Right now I'm slightly daunted but exhilarated. This promises to be a very good, very interesting time for Asia's Hope. Please contact me if you'd like to stop by and hear more, or if you'd like to set up a Skype or phone call.

P6300512.jpg
John McCollumComment
When the darkness closes in, still I will say...

We arrived at the Asia's Hope church in Doi Saket, Thailand a few minutes late this Sunday. The service had already started. As we entered the back of the building, I heard the children and staff from our 7 local children's homes -- along with neighbors, friends and other organizations' kids -- singing in Thai one of my favorite worship songs...

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name

This song has been both a comfort and challenge over the last few years. The lyrics of the bridge, taken from the book of Job, have followed me through the hardest of times: a dear friend's divorce, the loss of another friend to cancer, the dissolution of a once-firm friendship, financial difficulties, chaos at work...

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord blessed be Your name

I've asked myself more than a few times, "Does God really take away? Does he kill spouses? Does he doom businesses and friendships?" Jesus says that Satan the thief steals but he has come to give abundant life. Even Job admits that he has "spoken of things [he] didn't understand" (Job 42:3). 

I'm not sure. 

I find it deeply unsettling to think of God -- the father lights and giver of every good gift -- as a taker. Nevertheless, I was moved to the brink of tears to hear these words sung with so much gusto by children who have endured great suffering, profound darkness and life-shattering loss...

Every blessing You pour out 
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say "blessed be the name of the Lord"

All of the kids at Asia's Hope know what it's like to have "the darkness close in." Many of them have seen their parents die in accidents, of sickness, at the hands of criminals, from alcohol and drug abuse. They have been abused, exploited, abandoned, neglected. They've been homeless and hopeless. and have faced hardships and responsibilities the weight of which I can hardly imagine...

And blessed be Your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed be Your name

Our staff also know the searing pain of injustice, death and deprivation: some are widows, others were themselves orphans, refugees, child soldiers, despised minorities...

Blessed be Your name
In the land that is plentiful 
Where your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name

It's a privilege to call the staff and kids at Asia's Hope "family." Their dignity, humility, love, talent and perseverence is an inspiration. I pray that as I mature I'll become more like them, and that I will have the faith to face suffering and death with even a fraction of the grace they exhibit on a daily basis.

John McCollumComment
Thailand mega-photo-post!

Our time in Thailand has been a blast. But it's been super busy. I'm here with my family (minus Kori who had to return to the U.S. for work), and with Carol Richardson, her daughter Emily, son Aaron, Emily's fiancee Zeb and their friend Joel. It's been great to see not only Tutu, the kids and staff, but also Tutu's sons Daniel and David.

I'll post more stories soon, but I'm sure you'll enjoy these pictures just as much or more!

John McCollumComment
The Value of Life: guest post by Gabe deGarmeaux
IMG_1031.jpg

This is the first time I've handed my blog over to a guest. But I've been traveling with Gabe this summer, and I want you to hear his heart and his view of the work Asia's Hope is doing. Gabe is a pastor at Columbus, Ohio's Scarlet City Church. Enjoy.


The shortest two parables Jesus’ told are recorded in Matthew 13:

The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field. (Matthew 13:44)

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it. (Matthew 13:45-46)

Two parables in three verses. But don’t let the size of the parables fool you. Jesus was a master of packing depth of insight into words. 

Until recently I had always heard these parables explained as though people are the ones searching for something, a relationship with God is the treasure, and when we find God he is worth giving everything up for to receive. That has some appeal. Truth be told, God is worth giving everything up for. But there the problem lies. Which of us has given up everything to get God?

Now consider a different way to interpret the parables. God is in search of a great treasure, and when he comes across you he is elated, and in his joy he gives up everything he has in order to bring you into his rightful possession. 

God’s grand story of redemption is like a magnificent treasure hunt. When he finds his image bearers, people, buried in the midst of this ash heap of a broken world fractured by sin, he goes and gives away everything, even to the extent of giving his life, to bring us back to him.

“If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own son but gave him up for us all” (Romans 8:31-32)

Upon arriving in Siliguri, India we had lunch with some Asia’s Hope staff and local pastors. We learned the story of two children who were rescued the day before. One child who was abandoned and found eating with pigs in a pig pen. The other was a girl whose father was selling her for 50,000 Rupees (I was told this is considered a reasonable price in human trafficking. It translates to about $850 U.S. dollars), when one pastor connected to Asia’s Hope saw the transaction and intervened. 

A day later three new children, abandoned and scared, were brought into the Asia’s Hope India family (the leaders found another girl who recently became a double orphan — both of her parents have died). 

Whereas the world may not see much value in the life of an orphan child, the Asia’s Hope family values these children the way Jesus does — the very one who deemed them worth dying for. They are willing to sacrifice creature comforts, conveniences, space in their homes, resources, time, and energy to rescue and offer hope because when they look at people, even the ones the world says amount to little or nothing, and they see a treasure worth giving everything up for. What a sweet picture of the gospel.

Photos in this post taken by Danny Jackson

Photos in this post taken by Danny Jackson

Prayer: Lord, we confess that it’s easy to overlook people. It’s easy for us to forget the ways that you gave beyond reason and beyond measure to rescue us into your family by the cross of your Son. Help us to see people as you see them. Help us to treasure people the way you treasure us. Help us to love sacrificially the way you love. Amen.

"It's why Asia's Hope MUST succeed."
Girls at Asia's Hope in Battambang, Cambodia get ready for school.

Girls at Asia's Hope in Battambang, Cambodia get ready for school.

It's 6:00 on a Wednesday morning, and I haven't slept much at all. Even though my transit schedule is relatively light  today -- a couple of hours in airports, and a two very short flights -- I always have trouble sleeping the night before I travel. Kori is going home -- back to work -- and I'm taking the kids to Thailand. 

We've said our goodbyes in Cambodia, and this morning my heart is full. Our ministry in Cambodia is absolutely flourishing. Our ten homes in Battambang and five in Prek Eng are overflowing with life and love and potential. As one first-time visitor told me this week, "We've supported orphan care projects in other places in the world, and we've seen a lot of different models. But Asia's Hope is so amazing; it's hard to imagine until you've seen it first-hand." 

This morning a story from The Guardian hit the Phnom Penh Post. Virginity for sale: inside Cambodia's shocking trade details a practice well known to those of us who work among the country's poor and vulnerable kids. And it's not just a practice, it's a single facet of a vast system of injustice wherein children are neglected, abandoned, raped, sold, exploited and trafficked -- often by their own family members. 

In the same edition, The Post featured an article about a four-year old girl who had been chained to a post all day for half her young life. Her mother had given her to her captor as collateral for a loan. The situation isn't unique. For Cambodia, it's not even exceptional. 

It's not just Cambodia. This kind of abuse and neglect happens all around the world. It's why we're also working in India and in Thailand. And it's why Asia's Hope must succeed. 

There are some in the aid and development world who are skeptical of the value of residential orphan care. They say things like, "An orphanage is a 19th Century solution to a 21st Century problem." Some even downplay the magnitude of the global human trafficking and orphan crises, insisting that "sex work" can be empowering for poor children and that orphaned and abandoned kids should always be kept in their communities and families of origin. 

As someone who personally reviews every single biography of every single child admitted to an Asia's Hope home, I can tell you that there is still a desperate need for high-quality, family-style residential orphan care for children who cannot be safely placed in their original families or communities. 

Today in Cambodia, you'll find both heaven and hell, often on the same street. In a place like Phnom Penh, you'll meet the very best and the very worst people imaginable. There is a real war between good and evil in places like Cambodia and as in all wars, the children suffer the most. 

Thank you for your support of Cambodian, Thai and Indian indigenous workers who, with the help of ministries like Asia's Hope, are fighting on the front lines -- fighting for the lives of children who cannot fight for themselves.

If you, your church or your business are looking for ways to directly support the vitally important work of Asia's Hope, please contact me today.

John McCollumComment
"The rains came down and the floods came up..."

We are safe and sound in Phnom Penh, though you wouldn't know it from my blog posts, which have been non-existent over the last few days.

It's not that there's nothing to say, it's just that I've been going pretty much non-stop for 14 hours a day. Whereas it's usually just my family with me, this year I've also had staff from Asia's Hope in the U.S., a video team from Scarlet City Church and supporters from Columbus, Ohio to lead, guide and chauffer. It's been tiring, but also really exciting; I love introducing Asia's Hope and the countries in which we serve to "newbies." I helps keep my love for the people and places fresh.

Yesterday was an especially exhausting one. We got up, packed 9 of us in the 15-passenger mini-bus I've been driving around Cambodia and picked up the Biehn family from their hotel a few blocks away. 

I should stop here and point out that, even in the best of traffic conditions, conveying such a vehicle around Phnom Penh is stressful. It's enormous. The steering is imprecise. The shifter feels like a plunger in a bowl full of rocks. And the other people on the road -- drivers, cyclist, kamikaze motorbikers, pedestrians, stray animals and food carts -- don't really care that you don't know exactly what you're doing or where you're going. They dart in and out on all sides, swarming like a school of fish in a reef.

Yesterday, we didn't experience anything like "the best of traffic conditions." The neighborhood between our hotel and the Biehns' is apparently the site of some week-long royal birthday celebration, so most of the streets are closed, clogged with revelers or both. What should be an easy drive -- straight down this street, turn left on that one -- is always an adventure. But we made it. 

We picked the Biehn's up, and brought them to breakfast, after which they returned to their hotel on foot (rational choice on their part), my boys and one Scarlet City guy headed to the market via tuk-tuk, my wife and daughter returned to their hotel by some means unknown to me. I took the Scarlet City guys -- Danny and Janelle Jackson, Pastor Gabe DeGarneaux and his daughter Lilly -- to the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum.

I've been to Tuol Sleng many times. I don't have the mental or emotional energy to process it again here on this blog, but it's a terrible place. 30 years ago, it was quite literally hell on earth: what the entire planet would look like if Satan was given free rein to twist the planet into his hateful image. Torture, dismemberment, murder, lies, violence, injustice -- all at a level that, even after hearing the testimonies, looking at the photos and reading the stories, is unfathomable.

I spent the morning trying to explain it all to 8-year-old Lilly. 

Explain it to an 8 year old? I can't even understand it myself. But I did my best. 

I talked about the American bombings that killed more than 100,000 Cambodian civilians, the U.S.-Soviet proxy war that used Southeast Asia as its gory chessboard and its government and peoples as its hapless, doomed pawns, the various internal power factions scrambling to take advantage of the chaos. And the evil. Behind it all was capital-E-Evil, Satan's greasy maw and bloody claws tearing, killing and consuming men women and children by the thousands.

We saw the actual instruments of torture -- whips, knives, ropes, flails, shackles, bedframes, buckets, pliers, wires -- all used to beat, maim, rip, shock, crush, drown and hang. We saw the skulls, the bones, the teeth, the clothes the hair. We stared into the eyes of the victims, meticulously photogrpahed and matched to forced, false confessions before being murdered.

And then we left. 

We grabbed a quick lunch at the cafe near our hotel, picked up the Biehn's and headed out of the city, over the Mekong to our beautiful new campus at Prek Eng. When we arrived, school was just letting out. The Asia's Hope School hosts about 140 kids, Kindergarten through 6th grade. Because many of our kids now attend public middle and high schools, about 90 of the Asia's Hope School students are "community kids" from the surrounding area. The rest are children who live at our five Prek Eng homes.

Shortly after we arrived, the rain started, scuppering our video shoot agenda for the afternoon. It came down in sheets. In buckets. In torrents. It rained so hard that our homes' front yards became ponds, our sidewalks turned into rivers. I think we may have actually had white water rapids in our school parking lot for a few minutes. It was beautiful; the rain knocked about 20 degrees farenheit off the scorching afternoon heat. It was also loud. Our homes all have metal roofs, so for a while there, it was like being inside a Tom Grosset drum solo. When it was all over and the water receded, the kids ran outside and picked up the fish that had failed to retreat to the safety of the nearby lakes, and the rest of us continued playing with the kids, transitioning from inside to out as the water drained.

At dusk, we piled into the van, exhausted, and headed back to the city. Once we got over the Mekong bridge, we saw that the city hadn't drained very well at all. Major intersections were flooded, and traffic was grinding itself into a maddening knot: thousands of vehicles honking, lurching, stopping and stalling at each crossroads, people driving on sidewalks, through yards, into around and over one another. What should have taken 10 minutes too more than two hours. When we finally got within walking distance of a restaurant, I gave up on driving entirely. Although it took me ten minutes to move 20 feet across two lanes of traffic (one 'official,' the other on the sidewalk), I forced my way onto the front lot of a store, gave the parking lot guard a handful of dollars, went to the counter, bought a moderately priced bottle of hooch that I didn't really want and asked the proprietress if I could park there for a couple of hours. She scowled at me. And then she smiled, shook her head in something like amusement and said, "okay."

We fought our way across the road on foot and collapsed into a Chinese restaurant where we proceeded to order way too much food. After two hours of eating, laughing, talking and drinking tea, we saw that the traffic had subsided, and we made our way back to our respective hotels.

This morning, we're taking it easy. For me that means that I actually get a shower, and don't have to meet anyone for any reason before 9:00am. We will probably take a walk this morning, maybe visit a couple of shops. After lunch, we're heading back out to the campus, hopefully to get some video interviews with Savorn, some of the kids and with me.

Please pray for our productivity and health. So far, none of us has prolapsed a colon, and I haven't hit anyone with my ungainly land yacht. Despite the challenges, we're having a great time. I can't wait to share some of the video with you. If it captures even half of the goodness that is Asia's Hope, my job of funding this beast should become a whole lot easier.

John McCollumComment