Miles Compound Aerial Footage

Posted: October 20, 2017 by Patrice Miles in Miles In Missions, Missionaries, SIM

Lenny was able to take some aerial footage of our housing compound over the weekend while preparing for his trip to Kagoro Theological Seminary for a video session. If you have ever wanted to see what houses look like in Nigeria……take a peak.

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Mission Trip to Africa

Posted: September 28, 2017 by Patrice Miles in Miles In Missions, Mission Trip, Nigeria, Patrice Miles, SIM, Volunteers

13528906_1020650084716400_2984030722363838612_nMission trip to Africa! If you love children then we need you! Our agency SIM puts on a Spiritual Life Conference every year for all the missionaries living in Nigeria. It is a time for us all to come together to be renewed and have our cups filled by great speakers and quite time.

We need you to come and lead our missionary kids Pre K-5th grade program.  You will work alongside two senior girls from Christian Academy of Louisville to develop and facilitate a children’s program. We are expecting 10-15 children so 3-5 workers would be wonderful. We already have 2 so we only need you!  You can sign up individually or bring your family, kids, friends, church group, anyone is welcome to come.

SIM will pay for your food and accommodations at our retreat center in Miango. You will also get to see the city of Jos and several of the ministries located there before heading to Miango.

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SIM Spiritual Life Conference Dec 31st-Jan 7th.
1. Leave USA on Dec 28th arrive Abuja, Nigeria Dec 29th
2. Travel to JOS Dec 30th (4hr drive)
3. Visit ministries in Jos Dec 31st, Jan 1 & 2.
4. Head to Miango to set up for conference on the 3rd (Website for Miango http://mrhmiango.com/)
5. Conference 3rd-7th
    Pre K ages 3-5 (4-5 children)
    K-5 (10-12 children)
6. All retreat accomodations and food along with in country travel is covered by SIM. Your anticipated expenses are listed below;
    Airfare estimated $1700 per person.
    Jos accommodation and feeding estimate $100 per person.
    VISA estimated $150 per person.

 Please pray about this as we need you…yes you, reading this right now. Email me with any questions you have. Patrice.miles@sim.org

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An Orphan’s Story

Posted: September 23, 2017 by Patrice Miles in C.A.R.E. Africa, Miles In Missions, Missionaries, Nigeria, Orphans, Patrice Miles, SIM

12901175_10209217269611107_2365374502924065379_oMy name is Gabriel Emmanuel Salako. I am the founder and CEO of C.A.R.E. Africa (Children at Risk Empowered) and this is my story.

I am the last born into a family of 12. I am the baby among 8 boys and 4 girls. There are only 8 of us left, 4 have died.

I am from the Yoruba tribe in Oyo State. My Dad was a Muslim and my Mum a Christian. They really loved each other so much. My Mum gave birth to me on May 10th, 1986, two years later she died. After she died my dad took care of me along with my brother, Sunday. We were very poor and had little food or provisions so my brother ran away from home and started living on the streets.

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Emma’s old bunk room at the orphanage.

I lived with my Dad for many years after that. One night he called me into his room and prayed for me. I did not understand what he was doing. The next morning he told me that he saw my Mum in a dream and she instructed him not to allow me to suffer. She told him to make sure I do well in life. He opened up a secret to me. He told me that when my Mum discovered she was pregnant with me, the family asked her to abort the pregnancy. My brothers and sisters didn’t want her to have another child. We were very poor. My brothers and sisters didn’t want to take care of another child if my parents were unable.

A few weeks later my Daddy got sick and was taken to the hospital. On the sick bed he called for me. He said “Please my child, no matter what your elder ones do to you, always do good for them. Please I beg of you!” I agreed.

He prayed for me and then asked me to call my elder brother and sister to come to him. When I got back to the hospital with them, he said that he was ready to go meet my Mum. I told him I wanted to go with him to see Mum. He smiled and asked my eldest brother, Gabriel to pray for him so my brother did and on finishing the prayer my Dad was dead. I cried for my Daddy asking him to come back. My brother took me outside and said “Our father isn’t coming back and Mummy is not coming back, but I promise to take care of you.”

I moved in with my eldest brother, Gabriel who is married. He had a very good business and his wife was a nurse. The moment I came into the house she thanked God and was happy I was there to stay. She told my brother not to worry that she would take care of me.

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Emma & His Sponsor at City Ministries

Two week later my brother took me to a government school while his kids went off to a private school. Every time I return from school I would meet dirty clothes and plates that needed to be washed. I would ask the house help for my lunch and she would always tell me I could not eat until I washed the dirty clothes and plates first. I had no option but to do it. When my brother retuned from work I would go and tell him everything, but his wife would say I have to do it because it is my duty. My brother would say nothing and just go to bed. I was 9 years of age at that point. My cousins would get home from school and have good meal to eat and I would get nothing unless I washed all the dirty plates and clothes. Everyday was just a sad day for me, and I would cry myself to sleep asking my parents to please come back. Some nights I go to bed with an empty stomach.

My brothers wife developed more hatred for me over time. She went to the family and told them that I was a cultist because every night she would hear me talking to people. The family started saying that they knew I had been cursed as a child right from birth. It was after my birth that our mum died. They said I also killed our dad. I was so bitter, I was just an orphan who no one loved or cared for, even in my own family.

The news started reaching all the other family members saying I killed my mum and dad. So the family came to a conclusion that I should be taken to a pastor for deliverance. The pastor said this child is innocent but my brother’s wife said the pastor was also a cultist, that’s why he did not want to do the deliverance. So the family took me to another pastor and the same thing happened. My brother’s wife was just pushing the family, saying if the family do not take an action I may kill them all. Everyone in my family started to dislike and have deep hate for me. Some of them said the only option is to burn me alive. They believed that doing that would help the family be rid of the bad luck. They said that since the day mummy gave birth to me the family has been going through bad times.

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One cold morning my brother ordered that I should be taken and be burned alive so that all the bad luck in the family will stop. One of them took me to a mountain and he poured petro on me without me having my cloth on. I started saying “Mummy come back to me!” At that point my brother looked for his lighter and could not find it. He went down to his car to check for one and I heard a voice saying “Run, run my son!” Naked and with petro on me, I ran as fast as I could. As I was running through the streets a woman saw me and asked me to stop. I was just crying saying “Please don’t burn me!” The woman said “I am not going to hurt you, just come in and let me give you some clothes.” She gave me some clothes but I ran away from her because I was thinking my brother called her to bring me back to him.

I started my new life on the street as a nobody, rejected, hated, denied, oppressed, abandoned, outcast and a homeless orphan. The whole day I had nothing to eat. That night a few boys of my age came to meet me as I was sitting and crying. One of them said to me “Are you new?” I said yes, so he asked if I had eaten? I replied no. He told me to come with him. On getting there he asked me to sit and he told me that if anyone ate and left food behind, that would be my share to eat. I was so happy I was going to have something to eat.

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This all went on and on until one night at the age of 13 I was sleeping in a market place and I had a dream. In the dream I saw someone come to me in the form of my mum, saying to me, ”My son stop this life you are living. If you die doing this you are going to hell. I love you, stop this life!” I woke up crying.

A day or two after my dream I was just walking around and to my great surprise, I saw my brother Sunday, (the one who had run away from home). He asked what I was doing. He said my elder brother was looking for me. I told him I was sorry but I wasn’t going back to our family because I hate them so much. He asked me to come and stay with the family he was staying with. I just told him not to worry about me, to just tell me where he was staying and maybe I will come one day. He told me that if I continued to live like I am living and I die like this I am going to hell. Again that word, hell, and I remembered my dream with my mum.

337406_324242120952594_1602014594_oA few months after seeing my brother on the streets, one of my gang friends was killed. I was so afraid and filled with sorrow, more hate, depression and hopelessness. I was so dead within me. I remembered seeing my brother, Sunday, and the address he gave me to where he was living so I went there. I saw a sign GIDAN BEGE – meaning HOUSE OF HOPE, HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS Orphanage home. I went into the compound and a man was sitting in a chair. The moment he saw me, he said, “Welcome home!” I told him I was here to look for my brother, Sunday. The man hugged me saying “Your brother Sunday told us everything about you. You are safe now, come inside.” He took me inside and asked the other boys there to help me get water to take a bath and to get me a few new clothes. This is how I came to be in the orphanage where I found hope and love that I never had from my family.

I gave my life to Christ 1999, November 19th. Ever since then my life has never been the same. I confessed my sins and Christ forgave all. Every day what I ask God is for Him to use me to reach others like me -orphaned, abandoned and voiceless.  I want to show them that there’s hope for the hopeless.

The moment I accepted Christ as my Lord and savior all of my oppression, depression, rejection were gone. I had peace and I forgave my family for everything they did to me. While staying at the orphanage I learnt more about Christ and the purpose for my life. My meaningless life became a meaningful life fulfilled by Christ.

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Emma and His Old Roommate Wasiu

As I continued to draw closer to God, I learned more behind the reason and purpose why my family did all they did to me.

Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a bright future.”

After I graduated from school – the ministry (City Ministries) helped me rent an apartment. A few months later I started going through challenges. I didn’t have food or money. I went to my eldest brother to ask for help. He told me I should stop serving Christ and turn to Islam if I wanted his help.

I just cried inside me and told God my heart’s desires. My brother continued to push me to join him in Islam but my faith was still on Christ. God gave me this verse, Isaiah 43:2, ” You will pass through deep waters. But I will be with you; you will pass through the rivers. But their waters will not sweep over you. You will walk through fire, but you will not be burned, the flames will not harm you”.

God began to help me put the puzzle pieces together as I was sitting one day. A missionary friend came and asked me “When are you coming to Egbe, Kogi State, Nigeria, to visit our ministry. We have a team of guys coming to do sports ministry in Egbe and they need help. We need someone that can speak Yoruba.”  I had recently been through Sports Friends training and I am a Yoruba boy so he thought I was the right person. I didn’t have any idea of what it was going to look like in Egbe. I just decided to go to seek God for direction.

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Emma and the HELP family.

So I went to Egbe. The plan was for me to help alongside the missionaries with sports for just a week. After a few days, I felt God telling me this is the place he wants me to stay. I started reaching the youths in Egbe through sports and working with a ministry called (HELP) Health, Education and Literacy Program. I continued to feel God leading me to start something bigger. I kept asking Him when would this vision come alive? He told me to be patient and in that time God opened an opportunity for me to join (YWAM) Youth With A Mission, at Port Harcourt. While I was there he opened my eyes to His plans, in the book of Habakkuk 2:3, saying ”The message I give you waits for the time I have appointed.”

When I returned to Egbe I shared my new found vision with a missionary from Louisville Kentucky, Lenny Miles and he just said, “Wait a minute Emma, my wife needs to hear this.” He called for his wife, Patrice Miles, and he said I should repeat what I just shared with him to her.  I did and immediately she said this is an answer to her prayers. She had been praying and asking God to send someone to help her start a ministry for abandoned women and children. I had been praying to God to send someone to me who would capture my vision and she had been doing the same.

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C.A.R.E right now has 46 kids and 30 abandoned women and widows in the program with wonderful staff who the Lord Himself chose. Since I have known Patrice Miles and her family it’s been a blessed journey together. She is a woman full of passion and love and it feels like I have known her since I was a kid. She cares about the kids and all the staff and the people of the Egbe community.

This is my question to all of you who are reading this,  How can you join in touching and changing the lives of the vulnerable in Egbe, Nigeria and Africa as a whole. The more vulnerable people we empower, the more people we will have to invest back into God’s kingdom here on earth. You just start small with helping someone like me, a nobody on the street with food or clothing. You might start bigger by helping a ministry like Gideon Bege who took me in and showed me Christ’s love. Whatever you do, just do it. Don’t waste time as there are Emma’s everywhere needing Christ’s love.

Just take a minute right now and pray this prayer “Lord Jesus open the eyes of my heart to see where needs are and how to invest myself for your glory.”

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Your son, friend and brother in Christ. Live a life that speaks Christ, and join in changing lives.

Emmanuel Gabriel Salako,
emmyfaithfulboy@gmail.com
Founder/CEO of (C.A.R.E Africa)
www.iCareAfrica.org

If you would like more information on how you can help at C.A.R.E. Africa please email Patrice Miles and patrice.miles@sim.org or Emma at emmyfaithfulboy@gmail.com If God is calling you to support CARE Africa you can donate directly by clicking CARE DONATIONS. 

Emma and his wife have recently been offered the opportunity to go to Kenya for ToT training with LIA (Life in Abundance). The entire trip will cost $3,500 and we have already been able to raise $1,000. Please consider sponsoring Emma and Tofunmi on this trip and Click ToT Training to donate.

Polio Survivor

Posted: September 20, 2017 by Patrice Miles in C.A.R.E. Africa, Miles In Missions, Nigeria, Orphans, SIM

IMG_8688Meet Josephine! When she was very little she used to make dolls out of plastic bags. She loved making them and would get cloth when she could to make clothes for them. At 8 years of age when she was in Primary 3 she got polio. The polio virus usually enters the environment in the feces of someone who is infected. In areas with poor sanitation, the virus easily spreads from feces into the water supply or by touch into food. As Josephine’s health declined and she lost some mobility of her legs, life became hard.

In her 20’s she decided she wasn’t going to let polio keep her from living a life. She got married and now has 2 boy ages 13 and 15. She also came up with a design for a new doll that she could sell. She hand makes each doll from cutting of the fabric for the skin, stuffing the dolls, making the dress, and even hand braiding the hair. It takes her about 3 weeks to make 25 dolls. C.A.R.E. Africa is excited to have partnered with her to empower her and her family. She uses the proceeds from the sales to feed her family and send her two boys to school. By purchasing a doll you are not only empowering Josephine but you are supporting the kids, mothers, and caregivers at C.A.R.E. Africa.

Click the following link to order any of the dolls, more colors then below are available.

Reversible Black and White Doll $10  http://bit.ly/reversiblepink2
Mommy and Me  $12 http://bit.ly/mommyandme1

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The North

Posted: September 12, 2017 by Lenny in Lenny Miles, Miles In Missions, Nigeria, Prayer, SIM

DSC_0054As we drove, headed north away from the Plateau, I remember being surprised at the beauty of it all. The landscape was much different than I imagined. Mountains out to the far distance and between them were huge expanses of green. In my mind, I thought we would have left all of the green behind. Heading into the North meant to me that we were going to start to see desert everywhere. That wasn’t the case at all. I see that this is a vital place in Nigeria that produces food for the whole country.

As we drove I noticed that people and buildings changed just as much as the landscape around me. All the women wore hijabs or some head covering. Many m0sques dotted the landscape. Periodically, I would see a sign on the road that was written in Arabic. It clearly indicated that a m0sque was nearby. The unusual part was that a man dressed in a white uniform and very animated was always standing after the sign pointing cars towards the m0ques. I figured that since we were traveling on the mu$lim holiday, Eid al-Adha, this was some kind of a service to those traveling if they wanted to stop and pray along the way. I was intrigued to find out that they actually were building m0sques in those places and are trying to get people to stop and give money to finish the construction.

gtsAs my travels continued I noticed people everywhere buying, selling, or butchering livestock to celebrate the holiday (Eid al-Adha), which is known as the sacrifice feast. The meaning behind the holiday is that it honors the willingness of Ibrahim (Abraham) to sacrifice his son, as an act of obedience to God’s command. Before Abraham sacrificed his son, God provided a ram to sacrifice instead. For this Mu$lim holiday, an animal is sacrificed and divided into three parts. One part is given to the poor and needy, another part is given to relatives, friends and neighbors, and the family eats the remaining part. I think back now and consider how God made so many parallels in Abraham’s story with the redemption of his creation by offering one final sacrifice in Jesus to take our place. I pray the thousands of people I passed that day will have a chance to hear the rest of the redemption story.

CIMG2956As we got further away from the Plateau, our SIM Nigeria Director started to point out piles of rubble or even a green field that used to be a church. Each came with its own story about how the church members would rebuild and then persecutors would tear down the building again and again. After five or more times they would eventually give up and many of the congregations either had left or they now meet in the open air.

 

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After the five-hour drive we arrived in the large northern city of Kano. Once more, I was amazed. The sheer size of the city (around 5 million people), its development, and its history dating back 1,000+ years was awesome to see. We saw horses, camels (I didn’t get the camels on film!), and masses of people making preparations for their holiday celebrations. We arrived safely at the church guesthouse in the only few “Christian” blocks of the city. It felt small, but safe.

IMG_9982The next morning we headed a little further up the road about 45 minutes to the small town of Tofa where SIM’s indigenous partner church, Evangelical Church Winning All (ECWA), has a theological seminary. I was blessed to meet many people there and everyone was gracious to have the cameras “ON” so that I could take film of this institution. These videos will highlight the need for missionaries to come and teach as well as identify ways that God is working in these places. The harvest is plenty but the workers are few.

Overall, it was an amazing trip and very eye opening for me on how much the North needs to here about Jesus. Please join me in praying for SIM’s northern initiative to reach the unreached. Please also pray for my future trips to the North to continue to to be safe and fruitful. Pray these video’s will stir peoples hearts to want to help in the North prayerfully, physically, and or financially.

For the past two weeks we have been very busy! Emma (C.A.R.E. Africa CEO) and Tofunmi (C.A.R.E. Africa Operational Manager) came to Jos. We were able to meet with several ministries, shop for school supplies and get some needed one on one time to go over our goals for the rest of the year. After one week in Jos we headed down to Egbe. We were able to do staff training, review end of term school results with all our kids and their caregivers, and take care of a lot of needed administration work. It was a wonderful time and our to do lists are full with everything we are wanting to accomplish in this amazing ministry. See pictures below for just a little glimpse of what we have been up to and stay posted for all the great things God is doing with C.A.R.E. Africa!

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SALT Microfinance Ministry

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Local Artist making products to help support our ministry. 

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School sandal shopping for 45 kids at yellow market in Jos.

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I don’t know how but we managed to pack everything inside for our trip to Egbe.

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Stop in Lakoja to meet with Kogi State Women Affairs.

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Another Lakoja stop to see Pastor Wallee and his wife Abigail. We miss them in Egbe!!

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Presenting Pastor Alabi at our HIV clinic with needed resources donated by CDC in Jos.

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Packing the donated backpacks up for all the kids.

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Summer school at the C.A.R.E. Centre.

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Daycare opening Sept 11th at the C.A.R.E. Center.

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Mom telling our mother daughter story to all the caregivers to encourage them.

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Worship at our monthly child celebration.

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Waiting for their food so patiently. HAHA!

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Secondary kids discipleship time.

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Play time during the child celebration.

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End of school term results reviews with each child and thier caregiver.

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Home visit for Ayo and her Grandma.

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Staff appreciation dinner….Pounded Yam and Egusi!

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My Mother’s Eyes

Posted: August 29, 2017 by Patrice Miles in Miles In Missions, Nigeria, Prayer, SIM

Last Import - 405 of 581My mom accompanied us back to Nigeria to help us set up our home and learn more about our ministries. I realized while she was here that I have grown very accustomed to the poor and needy around me. Everywhere you go in Jos you are confronted with street kids, the disabled and the poor. I have grown so accustomed to them that they have become part of the African scenery for me. I have come to terms with the fact that I cannot save everyone and thankfully God hasn’t called me to Nigeria to do that. God has placed people in my life over the past 4 years to help and show his love to. Those I am blessed to serve are represented as 47 orphans along with their 30 caregivers, my 8 staff at CARE Africa, our house help and several Nigerian young people that are like daughters and sons to me. These relationships I have steadily built over the years and they go very deep, but the burden of saving the world I had to give over to God- otherwise I was going to go crazy.

15724714_753338044817434_447813392314878415_oI have been content in this until the pain in my mother’s eyes one day caused me to realize there is a cost to having given up the burden of saving the world.  I no longer feel the overwhelming emotions of sorrow, compassion, sadness or hopelessness when I see the faces of poverty. I don’t feel guilty walking out of store with my cheese and boxed cereal purchase while street kids, Jolie’s age, come with their empty bowls begging for food. My mom’s eyes were sad and hurting for these people every time she would see them. All this is not to say that I turn a blind eye.  We keep small denominations of Niara (dollars) and biscuits (food) to discreetly give to those we can, but there are always more hands then we can possibly fill. It is a gaping hole with no end in sight

The Bible says in Deuteronomy 5:11 that the poor will never cease from the land. The book When Helping Hurts tell us that by giving small Niara or food to the poor we are just putting a band aid on a problem that needs mentoring and discipleship to break the cycle. I can’t build relationships with every beggar so should I just do nothing? Do I just continue putting Band-Aids on a bigger problem so I feel better about myself?  I don’t know, but I am in prayer about it. Pray with me and for me. Pray that God will show both you and me His will regarding the poor and needy. The Bible calls us to do it, but the question is “how to do it in a way that satisfies God – not man” . Pray for me and I will pray for you as we both seek his direction in this.