We spent the morning at Dar Al-Awlad, an orphanage for at-risk boys in Lebanon. Most of the boys aren't actual orphans or Lebanese. Most come from refugee families that do not have the means to take care of them. They come from as far away as the Ivory Coast, Morocco, Egypt, and Iraq. We brought 7 kilos of oranges, two boxes of oreos, three bags of snickers, a tub of sidewalk chalk, crayons, and paper. We played for a good long bit (I taught many how to fold paper airplanes and played a good many games of sidewalk tic-tac-toe) and then we taught the story of Joseph. What was meant for evil, God meant for good.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Dar Al-Awlad
We spent the morning at Dar Al-Awlad, an orphanage for at-risk boys in Lebanon. Most of the boys aren't actual orphans or Lebanese. Most come from refugee families that do not have the means to take care of them. They come from as far away as the Ivory Coast, Morocco, Egypt, and Iraq. We brought 7 kilos of oranges, two boxes of oreos, three bags of snickers, a tub of sidewalk chalk, crayons, and paper. We played for a good long bit (I taught many how to fold paper airplanes and played a good many games of sidewalk tic-tac-toe) and then we taught the story of Joseph. What was meant for evil, God meant for good.
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