by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries After completing two adoptions, Julie and I were exhausted (and so was our bank account). God had been faithful to provide every dime we had needed for the adoptions. Sometimes it was through the faithful and generous gifts of family, friends, and our church family. Other times it was through seemingly benign circumstances like the sale of a home. Regardless of how and when it came, though, we were now broke. We were also emotionally spent from the stress and anxiety that comes with the adoption paperwork and process. We had pretty much decided that we were going to just wait, live a little bit, have some recovery time, and then possibly pursue an adoption in China when we became old enough to do that (For China’s process, you have to be 30 years old to adopt). Then, one day I received a phone call that changed all that. “There’s a 12 year old Ukrainian boy on an airplane headed to the US right now. He’s an orphan. There was a family that was going to host him through a pseudo foreign exchange program, but they had a family emergency and can no longer host him. It’s just 3 weeks, can you host him?” The words seemed so simple at the time, and I went home to talk to Julie about it. Of course, being the incredible godly woman she is, she never even hesitated. “Why not?” she asked. So we agreed. In the hours that we waited to go pick him up, I formulated the plan. I would host several parties at our house and invite as many couples as I could invite to meet him. Maybe one of them would feel called by God to begin the adoption process. So, I began the plans and phone calls. A few hours later, we picked up a very tiny, very tired, blonde haired blue eyed angel named Sasha. He spoke no English, and we spoke no Russian, so our first few days were filled with a lot of hand gestures and drawings. Things were going really well, until he decided to wreck my plan. About the second or third day, he began to call Julie and I mama and papa. In that moment, my heart became his. One night, as he layed across my lap and put his head on my shoulder and fell asleep, I prayed that the Lord would give him to us. We were absolutely broke and had literally nothing to begin the process with, but we knew he was our son. One day after church, I got a phone call from a good friend who asked if he and his wife could stop by our house. Of course I said yes. Our home is always open, and there are always people coming and going. They came in and sat down across from us and asked if we were serious about adopting Sasha. With a lump in my throat and tears welling up in my eyes, I told them that of course, we were serious. The wife of this couple, then handed me an envelope and said that they wanted to help and she asked me to open it. Inside was a check for $10,000. After they left, Julie and I sat there in disbelief and just wept. Two days later a friend called and told us that they were giving us their van. We could use it for a larger vehicle or sell it for the adoption. There was another $5,000 covered. A day later I got an email from a member of our church family with the promise of $3,000 toward the adoption. We hadn’t even really told anyone that we were pursuing adoption for Sasha or that we needed money. God just provided…as He always has. Julie and I have decided to spend the rest of our lives making stories just like that happen over and over again. This world is full of people who are ready to sacrifice something of their lives and wealth in order to make a significant difference in the lives of children. Whether that’s sponsorship, foster care, adoption, or simply taking a trip to a foreign place and holding children tight, letting them know there is hope and a future for them; people are standing up one-by-one to answer the call. Will you be a significant part of a child’s life that you may never meet? Will a child eat a meal every day and attend school for the first time in their lives because your family sacrificed eating out one day per month? I believe God is raising up so many, and you could very well be the most significant thing that has ever happened in a child’s life.
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by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries Just about the time that Xan started getting used to us, and our bank account started to recover, we felt the Lord was calling us to adopt again. Julie wanted a little girl, so we began the process to adopt domestically. We carefully put together a profile and waited. Two birth mothers chose us, but we lost both due to the birthmothers changing their minds. We rejoiced in that, but it was also very painful. Then one night we got the phone call that would change everything. “We have a 3 week old little boy. Do you want him?” Well of course! How could we say no! So, we drove all night to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The next morning, our little Brennan was placed in our arms. He was so tiny. We took him home, and the crying began. He cried…and cried….and cried. We later found out that his birth mother likely used drugs pretty heavily while pregnant with him. His first few months were painful ones for him and for us. We spent evenings stretching out his muscles that had been made tight because of all the pain he was in. Over the years, he has had therapy on top of therapy to try to get him caught up. The drug abuse has left him slightly delayed and on the autism spectrum, but he has progressed so much. Brennan is the happiest, most content child I’ve ever known…and such a blessing to us. In Uganda, a child like Brennan would have been left alone to grow in silence and obscurity. People just don’t know or don’t have time or money to get children like Brennan the care that they need. We want to bring that kind of hope into families that are confused and scared. So much can be done, if we have people standing with us. Will you give so that kids like Brennan will have a full and long life? by Luke Connell; Spartanburg MagazineStaff Writer for the Spartanburg Herald Journal. This article was published online by the Spartanburg Herald Journal on 20 September 2015. Read the original article at https://www.goupstate.com/article/NC/20150920/News/605136188/SJ/. In a neighborhood on Spartanburg’s westside, Bucky Rogers and his wife, Julie, take a needed break on the couch. A small film crew is documenting their home life and their mission to build Benjamin House Ministries, an organization with the goal of helping orphans and rebuilding families in Uganda. The last few months have been a whirlwind of activity, and from an outsider’s perspective, their lives would seem to be more exhausting than many others. Bucky and Julie Rogers have four adopted children — Sasha, Xan, Brennan and Becca, who has special needs. A Tennessee native, Rogers has worked as pastor of students and worship arts at Anderson Mill Road Baptist Church — The Mill, for short — in Moore since 2006. After several mission trips, he and his wife felt called to pursue a life helping children abroad. A 2013 trip to Uganda solidified in their hearts that God wanted them in the African country. Named in honor of the stillborn son of friends, Benjamin House celebrated its global launch in June at an event featuring presidential candidate and former Arkansas governor Mike Huckabee. The event made headlines nationwide and ignited a fundraising campaign. Brightly colored T-shirts bearing the Benjamin House name are donned regularly by followers across Spartanburg County, and a social media campaign has seen supporters post photos wearing the shirts in 40 states and 13 countries, so far. For his part, Rogers has become a reluctant front man for the movement. A pastor, with more than 14 years of experience and a passion for music, he appears more comfortable in the presence of young people, helping guide them through life’s troubles, than in soliciting money for the mission. “I’m kind of used to meeting people’s needs,” Rogers said. “I thrive on that. So, asking people to partner with us financially to help us accomplish this task is something that doesn’t come easily. But, for these kids and these families, I’ll do whatever it takes. And, I’m seeing more and more that people are just waiting for an opportunity to be a part of something like this.” In July, Rogers and members of the Benjamin House team spent a few days touring orphanages and discussing potential partnerships with existing Ugandan organizations. At one possible future home, surrounded by students, Rogers said the dream of Benjamin House — up until then only envisioned on blueprints and in his head — was becoming real. A documentary chronicling the last several months and the effort to build Benjamin House will be unveiled at an event at the Upward Star Center on Thursday. Rogers plans to return to Uganda in October to finalize more plans and, in March, he will move his family there to begin building Benjamin House. His vision is that the organization will be more than a group home for orphans, that it can repair families and be a conduit for education and change. For more information What: Unveiling of a documentary about the effort to change orphan care in Uganda. When: Thursday, 6-8 p.m. Where: Upward Star Center, 9768 Warren H. Abernathy Highway Tickets: visit BenjaminHouse.net by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries I sat in an airplane on the way home from Birmingham, Alabama with one thing running through my mind…”How in the world am I going to tell Julie?” I hadn’t done anything wrong. My conscience was clear. But we had determined in our pre-marital counselling that we weren’t having any kids. Both of us had incredibly rebellious siblings that made our parents’ lives like hell for years, and selfishly we didn’t want anything to do with that. But that was all changing for me. I had very suddenly gotten a desire to pursue international adoption that I tried for days to ignore. Quickly, though, it dominated my thoughts. Everywhere I looked I saw reminders that I needed to pursue this. I was miserable. I knew what Julie was going to say. We didn’t have any money and international adoption ranges from $25,000-$35,000 to complete. We didn’t have space in our little seminary house. We didn’t have a support network of grandparents who lived nearby. We were 24 years old. Nothing in this made sense. But I knew we had to do it. So as I arrived home, I simply said, “Julie, we need to talk.” I spilled my guts about all that I thought God was calling us to do, and she started crying. I thought, “Man, you’ve messed up this time!” She then said that she had been praying that God would bend my heart toward adoption for many months. She quietly prayed, and waited, and He did just that. With no money in the bank, and no reason for any government to say we were ready to be parents, we started the process. About a year later, we got off the airplane with our little Xan. We were met with a huge crowd of cheers and well-wishers, many of which had sacrificed greatly to help us fund the adoption. God had provided every single dime we needed. Rewind a few days to when we were sitting in the hotel in Guatamala after having met Xan (a 6 month old FAT baby boy!). He was getting to know us, we were getting to know him, and no one was sleeping. I walked through the halls of the hotel with him at 3am and something struck me. I expected to feel a tinge of anger…maybe asking myself how a woman could just abandon such a tiny and precious little boy. I expected to hold his birth mother in some fault. But, I confess, I had a much different reaction. Xan’s birth mother had been raped. She had a choice at that moment to terminate the pregnancy, or to give our beautiful Xan-man life. I thank God every day that she chose to shelve her own emotional turmoil and put his life first. She is one of my heroes and Xan will always know his birth mother is a giant in our eyes. The truth is, there are hundreds of thousands of young girls around the world who are just like Xan’s birth mom. They’re being faced with horrible circumstances and huge decisions. For many of them there are few options. That’s not the way it has to be. Through Benjamin House we will provide a place of hope and healing for young women who are being faced with similar circumstances. They won’t have to choose between eating or providing for their baby. The gut wrenching decision of whether or not to keep their baby will become increasingly lighter. Maybe you have some of those circumstances in your past. Maybe you’ve questioned God as to why He would allow something like that in your life. Maybe this moment is the answer to your question. Maybe He wants you to stand with these many many other girls, holding their hands and telling them there is hope and a future. Regardless of whether you can board a plane and physically sit beside them or not, you can stand with us at Benjamin House and hold their hand through your prayers and your giving. Every dollar gives life to children, hope to mothers, restoration to families, and healing to a nation. Hop on and let’s #BuildBenjaminHouse. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries There are some days when I have a thousand things to say to really anyone who is willing to listen. I can usually carry on a conversation about almost anything, and I can definitely debate almost anything. Today, I have no words. Here are just a few of the things that have happened in the past 36 hours that have left me at the point where I just sit on my bed, wanting to sleep, but having my eyes forced open by the tears: 1) In the heart of downtown Kampala, a bustling and ever developing city, there are highrise apartment buildings and hotel suites (well, I say highrise…but I guess 12 floors isn’t exactly high rise), busy city traffic, and the hum of commerce. In the very center of it all is a place where people don’t even glance. its about 5 acres of land called the Kitanga Slums. When you drive by you simply look to the other side of the road. If you ignore it enough, maybe the sights and smells of that place don’t really exist. But then you visit. You walk through the narrow alleys between houses, overwhelmed by the stench of the raw sewage you’re walking through that is right outside of everyone’s front door every day. I say front door, but no one has a door, just an opening and a curtain. Kids are playing in a pit that flows with all the sewage from all the area buildings that have running water (Kitanga has none). Babies wander around the slum by themselves, nearly exclusively because their fathers are gone and their mothers are prostitutes that are either working or sleeping. On the hill directly across the street is a coffin vendor, and the front of his lot is lined with dozens of tiny…overwhelmingly tiny coffins. 2) An orphanage way out in the bush welcomes us with cheers. As they wait for their lunch to be ready (that we had purchased so they could have beans that day instead of just porridge), they sit on the front porch of the small building that serves as their lodging, gathering, and dining areas and begin to play a game with a couple dozen dirty, used bottle caps. As they get their plates of rice and beans, they gobble it up with their little fingers, licking every morsel of food off. One of the wooden bunk beds has the words “mom” and “dad” carved in it and then marked through with a big line. The director talks about his dreams and challenges, and I leave overwhelmed by both God’s goodness, and a hundred “what if” questions running through my mind. 3) Perhaps the most powerful man in southern Uganda invites us into his home, talks about how he is getting older and wants to pass his ministry along to someone he can trust, and then offers us the blessing of land and his connections to get started. He even offered us office space in his ministry headquarters until we are on our feet. We ask him why he would do that and he simply says that he trusts us and what God has called us to do. 4) A pastor sits with me and he sounds JUST like me. His passions were identical to mine. It was as if I was looking in the mirror….until he gets to the part where he says: “And so we must move northward to plant churches in areas in more hostile zones. If we don’t, ISIS may get there first, and we want to make sure when they get there that they find strong believers and multiplying churches.” The shame for the complacency in my heart was overwhelming. 5) I just left a hut where a grandmother knelt down and hugged my leg. Her grandson, whom she is no longer able to care for physically or financially sits on the edge of being removed from school altogether, and the Lord has placed him in my heart. He has no father to tell him how to be a man, what manhood looks like and how to build a life. His tribe is scattered from the war and still recovering. As we drove by the public park in the city, he said, “Papa, we don’t go there at night. People get their neck sliced and some kidnapped and others killed who go there after dark.” And I sit here in my room, wishing I could close my eyes and reopen them and it will have all been a nightmare. This couldn’t possibly be happening in our world. Yet it is. And the tough thing is, I can’t solve this for them. I can’t throw money at the situation and make it better. I can’t grab kids out of desperate situations and save the day every time. But I can give them the source of ultimate hope, train them up to choose a better and more sustainable life, and inspire them to follow hard after God regardless of the circumstances around them. I can love them unconditionally and tell their stories to everyone who will choose to hear it. I can give YOU and opportunity to stand with one more…to help one more have life. We are ONE tribe…ONE family. Let’s stand together. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries There are a lot of things that get lost in translation here. A wave that we would consider to say “hello” actually means “come here.” If you only shake someone’s hand one time, you must not like them very much. The more handshakes the better. There are obvious language issues and even when you try to speak something in Luganda, the words are so similar that if you try to say, “Is it time for breakfast?” you might just end up saying, “Armadillos swing from the tower.” As we traveled today after church this morning, we ate lunch with a little fella named Brian. One of our team members has sponsored him for a little while and got the chance to meet him while he was here. Brian is from a very rural village and had never been into the city. He had never seen a white person. He had never tried ice cream and was a bit taken back by it being cold (they don’t have refrigeration that far out). You expect stuff like that to be new and odd for someone in the bush. When our team member went to see them off and tell them goodbye, he did the typical open arms so he could get a hug. Brian just stood there looking puzzled. One of the people from his organization broke the silence and said, “I don’t think he’s ever been hugged.” When he told me that, my heart sank. Of all the cultural norms that you expect to be different, that’s not one I ever wanted to experience. In the US, children, even though many are neglected, are held in fairly high view. In Uganda, children aren’t viewed very highly. Physical affection from a father particularly is pretty rare. I can’t imagine this. Be a hug for a kid. Get involved with what we're doing, today. by Bucky RogersFounder and Executive Director of Benjamin House Ministries As we’ve gone through this week in Kampala, everything I see, I’m seeing in a slightly different light. In years past, I’ve taken it all in, enjoyed the scenery, played with the kids, and tried to make as much difference as I can in 10 short days. This year, every moment we’ve had, I’ve looked at things in terms of the future. What will this look like when I live here? What will this process be like when I’m waking up here every day? How will I go about doing this or accomplishing this goal? Kids aren’t just pictures of faces to me anymore. They’re not just a crowd of eyes and ears. I’m asking myself every day… Does that one have a home? Does she have food? I wonder when the last time he’s had a bath is? Yesterday at the festival a group of kids were piled on me and I realized they didn’t have armbands. The festival costed $1,000 shillings (about 30 cents) to get in. If you didn’t pay, you didn’t get an armband and you didn’t get lunch. There just wouldn’t be enough food to go around. As we sat there it dawned on me that they had been there all day, in my lap, on my shoulders, in my arms and hadn’t had a drop of water or a bit of food the entire time. I’m just not okay with that, and I wonder what would happen if a few thousand people would join me in not being okay with that… I would expect to go through the day pretty sad, but its had a very opposite affect on me. I’ve felt more alive than I have in years. It’s incredibly freeing to know exactly what the Lord created me for, and to be making plans to do it forever. You may not be called to go for the rest of your life…but what if the Lord would call you to give of your excess, and maybe even sacrifice a little to help us in this task? That calling is every bit as legitimate. You might even find that it makes you more alive than you’ve felt in years too. Help us tell the story of Benjamin House. Share it everywhere you go. See if your sleep doesn’t come a little easier and your love is a little easier to access. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries Today, we went to a school a bit out from the city. When we got there, they were a bit restless. You can kind of tell within a few minutes which crowds will be really locked in to the message, and which ones will…well…struggle to be locked in. This one was definitely the latter. They were on the edge of being wild. Even as the worship was happening and our guest artists were presenting, they were just not quite paying attention. As Jason got up to preach, they were still disconnected and loud. I started getting pretty discouraged until I saw him. He was probably about 16 years old and was standing inside one of the classrooms facing our stage area. He was up on a chair with both hands on the bars that are on the windows (that are on all windows in Uganda), with his face as close to the bars as he could get them. His eyes were fixed on Jason and you could tell that he was 100% in. I then started looking around and there were others. In the midst of the chaos, there were pockets of people, even people outside the gates of the school, who were listening hard and with expectation. These kids are all over Uganda. They’re waiting for someone to take an interest, to look beyond the rough exterior, and to invest in them. I believe this country can be changed. I believe that some of these very kids that we’ve ministered to could very well lead their nation to a great awakening. Hope is difficult to mine, but once it is found it is stronger than steel. It drives and moves us to be better than we can be. I can’t wait for that to be our story for the rest of our lives.
by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries One of our teams has been in a rural village this week working in the school, partnering with the church to reach out to the border villages, and building a home for a group of 4 orphaned children. The village cares for them, but the hut they were in was literally disintegrating. This group of kids would normally end up being brought to an orphanage and institutionalized, separated from their extended relatives and the village and tribe they’ve grown up in. This isn’t working. Institutions don’t change kid’s lives. Families do. As we drove through the city, I was a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of children. There were kids everywhere, in tattered clothes, dirty, and with no caretaker in sight. Contrast this to the kids we saw in the schools we visited. They were well dressed in their uniforms, clean, and cared for. The reality is that if a child’s family can’t afford school, they’re either relegated to a life without education or they end up being given up by their families in order to attend a school at a children’s home. I could literally see Benjamin House in my mind today. In fact, at one point one of the recording artists we are traveling with came up to me and said, “You’re dreaming of bigger things aren’t you?” I confess I was, and it was a beautiful place. A place where families are strengthened, the vulnerable and truly orphaned are cared for and set into families, where education is available for a price that allows families to stay together, and a lighthouse of truth for the teenage culture in Uganda so that we avoid much of the orphan care crisis before it begins. It’s big…but God is bigger. And I am so ready. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries Today, we visited three more schools and ministered to nearly 600 teenagers, encouraging them and challenging them to be the generation that makes a change in Uganda that lasts. I stood there in front of them, asking the Lord to give me words that would make an impact. Their eyes were so intently focused. They listened to every word and we saw some make significant decisions for the Lord. The last school we went to was a boarding school, so many of the kids there spend a large portion of their year away from their families. They are away from those influences during the most influential times in their lives…when they need strong families the most. My prayer, as dozens of students came up to be prayed over, was that the Word of God would not return void. I prayed that there would be one student…one young man or young woman who takes the task seriously. I seriously can’t wait to be investing in the lives of children and teenagers like this who are so hungry and ready to just be given a glimpse of hope. As we drove back to the guesthouse, I couldn’t help but smile. This is life. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries Today our team split into two teams. One that stayed in Mityana to minister in Najjanankumbi, and the other went with me into Kampala to go schools to spend time sharing about what God has done in our lives and can do in theirs. In total, we will visit about 15 schools and speak to nearly 3,000 students. Right now, it’s 3 a.m. here, and all I can do is stare at the ceiling. Not because I’m not tired, or we are having to get up that early. I’m burdened. I don’t know that my heart has ever ached like this. Today, we went to a baby home that had about 15 orphaned babies in it. I held one little fella for an hour and just prayed and thought. Just as much as any other child on Earth, he deserves love. He deserves a mama and a papa, and right now he is laid in his crib each night without that. If someone didn’t choose to care for him, he would die. Another member of our team held a little girl that was 5 months old and weighed less than 7 pounds. I felt ashamed, disgusting, and over privileged. I questioned why I was born into the family I was born into and in the country I was born into. Why was I not thrown in a latrine like thousands of babies are each year. Then, in a moment of clarity, the Lord spoke. I was born where and when I was born… for this moment. I’m going to follow God and make a difference in the lives of children. Even if I die doing it, I will not give up this fight. To whom much is given, much is expected. You may not be able to come, but God has given you the position, family and income you have for much more than just comfort. Stand with us as we advocate for children and families. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries First day on the field is in the bag! Today we went to the rural village of Najjanankumbi, Uganda. It’s a village with hundreds and hundreds of children. I preached at their morning services (which are definitely full of life, and dancing)! They then invited the whole village to come eat a huge lunch with us followed by a huge soccer match between our mission team and a couple of the local teams there. The greatest 2 moments of the day for me were about as different as night and day. The first was as I led a pastor’s training session for about 200 pastors and ministry leaders. It was incredible. They were locked on to every word and asked so many great questions. It was as if they couldn’t get enough of Scripture and practical ways to apply it. I loved it. Then, I went out to the soccer field and sat down. One by one, kids started coming up to me and sitting down. Before too long, there were about a dozen kids all sitting close enough to touch me. They stared up with their beautiful brown eyes and bright smiles. I was in heaven. As I looked down I noticed one little boy’s feet. His toes were all cut up, toenails mangled and rotting, and he had an open sore on the top of his foot. It hurt me just look at it. I asked a translator to ask him if his feet hurt so that I could find some bandages and try to help him. She asked and her response made my heart drop. She said, “He says it doesn’t hurt anymore. Bucky, these kids hurt all the time. Eventually they stop feeling pain.” I’m not okay with that. I do realize I could work my whole life to try to keep kids from being in this position, and not end the problem. But I can make a difference for one more. And I’ll wake up every day with that burning in my heart. by Bucky RogersFounder of Benjamin House Ministries In about 20 hours, I will be boarding a plane to head to Uganda. My family and team of like minded people are moving there soon, but that’s not why I’m headed over right now. This is the first of two trips where I begin the leaving process. We will be finding partnership ministries, locating where to build our central campus, and visiting rural villages to see how we can affect the orphan care crisis there. I will lead a team of 40 doing ministry in villages who have never seen anyone other than their tribe, and others in the main city in a very urban context. We will speak to a family of 4 in a mud hut, and to 3,000 students in the city center. And, in the excitement of all we will do, I will have one thought… why do I have to go back to Moore, S.C.? Don’t get me wrong, I love our city. Spartanburg has had my heart for 9 years now. But I have another home, and I cannot wait to get there. Over the next 15 days I will be blogging about our journey, and I hope you’ll join in and experience it with me. Follow the story and find yourself standing with us in the dirt path to the bush, washing the feet of people who have just had jiggers removed from them with razor blades, pumping water for a widow from a local well, and standing before kids who have absolutely no hope, and promising them there is something more. Comment. Ask questions. Dig deeper. by Spartanburg Herald JournalStaff Writer for the Spartanburg Herald Journal. This article was published online by the Spartanburg Herald Journal on 11 June 2015. Read the original article at https://www.goupstate.com/news/20150611/spartanburg-man-to-launch-ministry-to-help-orphans-in-uganda. The Rev. Bucky Rogers will host the global launch of Benjamin House Ministries from 5-6:30 p.m. Friday at The Underground at Anderson Mill Baptist Church, 4455 Anderson Mill Road, Moore. In Uganda, 81 children are orphaned every day. The Rev. Bucky Rogers said God called his family to prepare a place for those children. Rogers will host the global launch of Benjamin House Ministries from 5-6:30 p.m. Friday at The Underground at Anderson Mill Baptist Church, 4455 Anderson Mill Road, Moore. Benjamin House Ministries is a grassroots effort to care for orphans in Uganda. Rogers, executive director of Benjamin House, said he and his wife, Julie, have known for years that they would spend their lives in service of orphans. The couple built their family of five through adoption, including a child with special needs. After a mission trip in 2013, Rogers, a pastor at Anderson Mill Road Baptist, said it became clear God was calling his family to move to Uganda and start an orphan-care ministry to meet the ever-growing need there. “Julie and I have determined that we don’t really own anything that we have and so we feel like we need to share it with the people around us,” Rogers, 34, said. “We’re just not going to sit in comfort when there’s somebody out there that needs us or needs to talk. Over the course of your life, you’re going to have hundreds of opportunities to invest in things. Some will be for you. Some will be for others. There are children dying every day. Children who have never known what it’s like to have a home. You have the opportunity to make a difference. To change that statistic. To become a forever family to a child you’ll never meet, and I think that’s worth investing in.“ This global launch of Benjamin House Ministries, which will include the world premiere of a short documentary, will begin a fundraising effort to build the ministry in Uganda. Special guest for the event will be presidential candidate and former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee. As a former Baptist pastor, Huckabee has a special interest in overseas missionary work. Huckabee was the 44th governor of Arkansas, serving from 1996 until 2007. Rogers, a pastor of students and worship arts, has served as student pastor of Anderson Mill since 2006. |
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