“The day I left Haiti, I got on a 90-minute flight to Miami. From there I caught a three-hour flight to New York and then drove two hours to my family’s summer home in the Hamptons, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country. In one day, in other words, I went from one of the poorest areas of the Western Hemisphere to one of the richest. It was disorienting and disturbing to realize where I stood in the global family. What could I do?”

“Our retreat group was thinking about funding a micro business in Rwanda. I said that someone had to put in the seed money. Helen and I decided that we would be the seed money. That was the beginning.  It was so freeing.  It was so easy.  It had nothing to do with what I gave; it was the gift that I received. The gift was fully coming from the Christ within me. The part of me that said, “you don’t have enough, be careful” felt safe through the incredible love of Christ.”