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Bucaramanga? 

“Bucaramanga?”, my friend Mike chuckles1, “nope, never heard of it – but I’m amused to learn that a place called Boo·kaa·ruh·maang·guh even exists!”

A Garden Better Than Gold

Standing in the middle of an endless field of vegetables, Maro Jeanine recalls how her village was years ago.

Safyatu’s Bakery

Located in the heart of Mugamba village, Madame Safyatu Mwamba Tchibola’s small bakery plays a vital role in supplying bread to local residents.

Improving Production Through Good Practices

We didn’t have access to good seeds and didn’t know how to sow in order, so we sowed in disorder and production was very low; in a 0.5-hectare field of maize and cowpea seedlings after long and arduous work.

Madam Tshibi Tshitambala’s Journey to Literacy

In the heart of Mungamba, a vibrant health area in a rural part of the Democratic Republic of Congo in Kasai Province, Kamonia Territory, lives Madam Tshibi Tshitambala Josephine, a 65-year-old woman with nine children whose story is a testament to the transformative power of education.

Caring for the Most Vulnerable: Why Compassion Still Matters

By Paulo Lopes, President, ADRA International “Whoever is kind to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will reward them for what they have done.” — Proverbs 19:17 (NIV) In a world that often feels overwhelmed by competing crises and endless needs, I sometimes hear a particular question: Does

Building a Better World: ADRA’s Global Vision for the Year Ahead

By Paulo Lopes, President, ADRA International There’s a verse from Isaiah that has been on my mind as we step into 2026: “See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” These ancient words capture something essential about this moment for ADRA and

A Year of Hope—Because of You

As the year draws to a close, we pause to reflect on the lives changed, the communities strengthened, and the hope restored—all because of your generosity.

Gratitude Without Borders | A Thanksgiving Story

When the war reached their hometown of Novomoskovsk, Dmytro Trebushkovand his wife faced an impossible choice: stay in the home they had built with their foster children or flee with nothing but fait