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'.
God’s question for Solomon: “What shall I give you?” echoes through the ages. ‘Ask anything in my name and I will do it.’ John14:14 ‘Ask, and you will receive.’ Matthew 7:7 Patrick recently asked me, ‘What would you ask God for?’ I did not need to think hard or long. I would ask for compassion.
What do you get when you have 12 metric tons of maize flour, 300 heads of cabbage, 3 tons of beans, 5 butchered cows, 6,000 of the poorest of the poor, and a great hunger for Jesus? – Revival! Our Iris International Directors, Rolland Baker, and Supresa Sithole, joined with our own Malawian national leaders,
“We welcome you and embrace the message of hope you proclaim.” – Traditional Authority Chief in Mozambique Another bumpy drive on another hot day, into the flooded area of Mutarara. What will we find this time? How deep will we be able to go? With Pinzgauer loaded to the gills and a large transport truck,
Ministry among the flood victims, Mutarara district, Mozambique. Saturday March 10, 2007. Its 4AM and we are barely awake loading the last few relief items into what is already an overloaded Pinzgauer to begin our seven hour journey back to Mozambique to bring hope to some of the thousands who are suffering in the flood
African rain does not usually fall gently, caressing the earth and nurturing the tender shoots. No, like everything else in this stark land, rain pounds the hard earth, pushing anything weak before its driving fury. Dry river beds are suddenly raging torrents. Tentative shoots are harshly crushed. Even knee high stalks bow to the ground