The word “oasis” draws a picture of someone crawling over the scorched sand towards shade and cool water quivering in the distance. That image is repeated daily at the Oasis of Hope mission. Trees and vegetation planted during the rainy season have exploded, spreading a swath of green on the baked, ruddy soil of West Africa.
Women bearing bundled babies arrive as yellow beams pierce the dust of the morning air. They each gladly give their charges into the hands of people who weigh, measure, and assess their child’s health and nutrition. Babies once on the brink are brought back by good food and caring hands at the “Oasis.”
Women marginalized by culture or circumstance learn to make soap to sell or practice sewing straight seams to avoid a life of begging, or worse. They drink cool water in shaded breezes as they chat and laugh as is central to the African culture. They rest in the sound of a bubbling fountain at the Oasis.
We thank God for gracing us with Becky Schroeder from St. Louis who with a heart as big as the sunrise lives to rescue and embrace frail children in need of advanced care. We celebrate the welcome arrival of Jacqueline van Ingen from Holland who is returning to her roots as a previous “missionary kid” to translate, partner with local churches, plan devotionals, and to simply share the love of Jesus.
The “Oasis” is not a mirage. It is the cool, living water of Jesus.