At Iris Malawi, we have rescued children who have no surviving parents or able guardians to care for them. They come home to live in a family with Malawian House Parents. 97% of fatherless and motherless children do not attend school in Malawi. However, Iris Primary School is making a small dent in that statistic for our children here in Southern Malawi.
We now have 33 Iris Children who have graduated Standard 8 from Iris Primary School and have moved to boarding Secondary Schools around Blantyre, Malawi. Secondary School is an expense that Iris Malawi cannot afford on its own. If you are interested in sponsoring a Secondary Student please email us.
Currently, Malawi is facing a severe shortage of food. People are lining up overnight to receive a 10kg bag of maize at a reduced rate. Many are eating once a day, and children and the elderly are always the most affected. If you would like to help provide food, please designate your donation 'disaster relief in Malawi'.
Iris Conference in Lilongwe – We recently hosted the first central region conference in two years. Our ministry team from Bangula, including our commissioners, Bible school teachers, choir and southern region overseers, set off from Bangula at 5AM to begin the eight hour journey to Lilongwe. We were joined by two of our Iris International
A few weeks ago I did something I have been longing to do since coming here. I washed the feet of the women in my Bible study. Their feet are so worn and scarred. Their toe nails, ragged and torn if not missing altogether. I brought out a comfortable chair and had them sit while
When someone mentions ‘going north’ in Ontario, we all think of heading to Huntsville, or perhaps Parry Sound. ‘Going north’ in Malawi generally refers to somewhere at the Lake. Lake Malawi is a huge lake which shares its shores with Tanzania and Mozambique as well. When Livingstone was searching for the source of the Nile,
This afternoon I held Rose’s baby, now an orphan. Rose died yesterday, and her family who didn’t care for her in life, barely grieved her death. I was very sad. Baby Alucia is very sick, and may not live long. That was my second funeral in two days. Yesterday, I was at the funeral of
I just walked out my kitchen door and into a story, a story about a woman sitting at a well. Her name is Rose. My heart breaks for her. She is a single mum of two. I so want to know her. She has a tin bucket with no handle, and waits while water pours