Just One Week – Movie Review: Camp

Camp-MovieReviewInspired by true events, Camp is an inspiring film about hope, sacrifice and selflessness.

Cell-addicted, financial adviser, Ken, volunteers to be a counselor at a camp for foster kids to impress a rich elderly woman he hopes to woo into being a client. With little more than a glance at the training manual, Ken is in for an experience when he gets paired with the most troubled kid there. Eli lost his mother just weeks before to a heroin overdose. His abusive dad is mostly absent from his life. Eli pushes all Ken’s buttons as Ken struggles to realize that he can make a difference in the life of this kid.

Camp was written, produced and directed by a college friend of mine and I was super honored to be asked to screen and review it for you guys. I’ve been happily anticipating this film since I heard about its Kickstarter campaign two years ago.

I will admit that my first fear with some of these smaller inspirational films is the quality of the acting. Let’s face it. I pretty much hid my face in embarrassment during the first 20 minutes of Facing the Giants because the acting was so bad. (Though the movie redeemed itself in the end.) So I was relieved when I realized the acting was good, great in some cases. Miles Elliot shines as Eli and lets you peek into his vulnerability in between moments of spitting and running. Asante Jones kills it as veteran camp counselor Sam. And Matthew Jacob Wayne as the alien-obsessed Redford…well he’s adorable.

I found myself smiling through the first 1:30 minutes of the film, not because the film is always happy, but because it’s REAL. Through my own experience with adopted kids and my conversations with other mom’s, every bit of this film is honest, yet filled with hope. Though the first 5 minutes of the film deal with Eli’s dark family situation, the rest of the film layers on the joy and hope that the camp counselors are determined to pour into the kids during the short week at camp.

Hollywood loves to entertain us. But Camp does more than entertain – it inspires. It beautifully illustrates the huge impact the small sacrifice of a weeks time can make in the life of a child in foster care.

My prayer, and I know it is shared by the entire cast & crew of the film, is that Camp will bring about a movement of adults willing to give one week of their summer and bring home to these kids through Royal Family Kids Camp.

Camp is coming to select cities across the U.S. this month. For more information, click here.

Because I’ve been so moved by the film, I’ve volunteered to create a bit of a social media launch team for Camp. If you’re interested in reviewing the film for your blog, or just being part of getting the word out, please leave your name, email and blog address in the comments or email me at julieATjuliegummDOTcom.

NOTES FOR PARENTS: Camp is rated PG-13 for thematic elements, some violence, a crude gesture and brief language. Translation…Eli flips off Ken at one point. There are 2 or 3 uses of “damn” and 1-2 of “hell”. There is an implied beating of Eli – you see his father break a broom handle, come at him and raise it in his hand before the camera cuts out. You also later see the scars of his abuse on his chest and back. The mom leaves the house one night in a short, tight dress and is picked up in a car. There is implied prostitution but it also easily plays off as a “date” and most kids won’t get anything more than that. One camper is scared to go to sleep at night because “he’ll come” – an illusion to sexual abuse but that’s as specific as it gets.

This isn’t a film geared toward kids, but honestly I wouldn’t hesitate to show it to my 10, 12 & 13 year old children with some conversation before it as to what they’ll see. I think it’s a great way to illustrate 1) the problems facing kids THEIR age 2) how we can make a difference in the lives of a child like that.

TrailerFinal from Jacob Roebuck on Vimeo.

We Believe…

The Adventure Project believes in…

We Believe In… from The Adventure Project on Vimeo.

And I believe in The Adventure Project. I’ve been helping raise money for their projects for the last couple of years and my readers and friends have donated several thousands of dollars – which means jobs. Lots of jobs. And I fully believe jobs are THE best way to help change the world. Well, Jesus, and then jobs :-)

What can you do?

Send a Card for Christmas (Not just an e-card. It’s an actual handwritten card!)

Join The Tribe. Predictable funding helps The Adventure Project maximize the impact they can make through their partner organizations. Give $30 a month and in one years time, you will have created one job. And just one job can transform a whole community.

Coal for Christmas Can Be a Good Thing

Christmas and coal always make me think of my Grandpa Jim who passed away about 15 years ago.

Grandpa was always a bit of a jokester so one year my mom made him this GIANT Christmas stocking (like seriously 2 1/2 feet tall) and each year my brothers and I would help fill the stocking. I’m not sure who brought the lump of coal into the equation the first time, but it made its appearance and each year it would go back and forth between Grandpa and one of us grandkids.

Of course we never knew which kid was going to get it. We made a big show of being relieved it wasn’t us, but secretly we all loved the tradition no matter what.

So this time last year I sponsored a coal-efficient stove through The Adventure Project in honor of my Grandpa Jim.

With $20 you can sponsor a charcoal-efficient stove for one of hundreds of thousands of people in Haiti who are still living in tents. These stoves use 1/2 the charcoal that a normal outdoor fire does. This reduces the toxins their kids are breathing in, and frees up money for other things like school.

The stoves are MADE in Port-au-Prince (creating jobs) and sold by local women (more jobs). What’s really cool is that last year they added a unique serial number to each stove.

Today I got my stove report! It’s so cool to know exactly where our stove went. If you want to sponsor a stove, you can make a $20 donation or buy a gift card in someone’s honor here.

Tomorrow “Until We All Come Home” launches

Tomorrow is a big day. Oh, yeah, there’s an election. But it’s also the debut of my friend Kim de Blecourt’s new book “Until We All Come Home.”

“Until We All Come Home” reads like an action-packed suspense novel but the knowledge that the story was lived out by Kim and her family makes this book astounding. Kim writes with honesty and emotion that will put you on the edge of your seat one moment and leave you feeling emotionally exhausted the next.

As an adoptive mom I am not naive to the complications and complexities of international adoption. But Kim’s story is unlike any other. Her determination and courage in the fight to bring Jake home no matter the cost is inspiring. Her faith, and God’s hand throughout her time in the Ukraine is a testimony to His love for the fatherless and us.

Writing a novel in a month is crazy, right?

Ever heard or NaNoWriMo? Kind of sounds like it’s from “Mork & Mindy” – Nano-Nano.

It actually stands for National Novel Writing Month. In November thousands of writers dedicate themselves to writing a 50,000 word novel in a month.

Obviously it’s not publisher-ready at the end of that 30 days, but the idea is to put your butt in the seat and WRITE. I’ve wanted to participate for the last several years but I’ve always looked at the calendar and realized there was no way it was going to work.

Well this year, I really don’t have any excuses. I’m not working full time, no trips are planned. No more excuses. (As a bonus it is National Adoption Month and I have a ton of fantastic adoptive families guest posting for me this month.)

So I’m going to do it. I’ve got a little widget in the sidebar over there so you can see my word count progress. Technically you’re not supposed to start until November. But I wrote an opening scene for my novel a few months ago. It’s all that I have done. So we’re going to build on that.

In truth, I am terrified of this venture. Fiction is totally out of my comfort zone. I have a journalism background and work well in the non-fiction world.  But now that I have my first book under my belt I feel like this is a challenge I need to tackle. I’ll just keep telling the voices in my head to shut up and keep writing.

Want to read the opening scene? Here it is…

 

They were trying to keep their voices quiet, but Ayanna could still pick up words. “Work…the city…household help.” She busied herself sweeping the dirt floor of their tiny home, trying to be invisible as her grandmother stood outside the shack talking to the man in the fancy suit.

She had seen the man before. It was hard to miss him in his nice clothes amid the swirling dust and heat of their small Ethiopian village. He had come twice before – talking in hushed tones with the grandmas. Grandmas weighed down with the responsibility of caring for their orphaned grandchildren.

Ayanna was uneasy whenever the man was around. She felt as if she was being inspected, her future weighed against the possibilities. Staying in the village represented only one possible outcome – arranged marriage. At 14 she was still a few years from being of acceptable age to get married, but in the remote areas ofEthiopiathere was little regard for what the law said about marriage. Here, marriage was about survival.

On his second visit to the village the stranger left with two of the older girls. Their grandmothers, relieved that these youngsters were no longer in their charge, scurried away to protect the coins they now held in their hands – coins that would buy food for the remaining children for several months. More money would come once the girls had jobs. The man promised.

Ayanna looked around the room that had been the only home she had known. Sheets of corrugated tin nailed to a crude wood frame. Inside they had lined the walls with flattened cardboard they had scrounged from the dump to provide extra warmth during the cool evenings. With each rain the cardboard would droop with the weight of the water and have to be laid out to dry when the sun came out.

The voices grew louder, Grandmother anxious, the man trying to soothe and reassure her. Panic begin to set as Ayanna’s eyes scanned the room and locked on to her eleven-year-old sister Nashrat who sat playing quietly with her doll, oblivious to the change that seemed about to happen.

Ayanna couldn’t leave. Who would watch over Nashrat? Ayanna had seen the way some of the men in the village had eyed her younger sister. She knew the evil that played in their minds for many thought that sleeping with a young virgin would cure them of the sickness. In truth it just seemed to spread it faster.

No! Ayanna would not leave her sister unprotected. Surely Grandmother would not ask her to leave. If they needed money Ayanna would find some other way to earn it. A shudder washed over her as she thought of what she might have to do. But if it meant she could stay, wouldn’t it be worth it?

The voices quieted and Ayanna peeked through a hole in the metal wall watching the man walk toward his fancy truck. Dust spit up a cloud that seemed to hang in the air as he sped away.

Grandmother sat on the small wooden stool near their cooking fire. Tears streamed down her dusty, wrinkled cheeks as she stared off to the horizon watching the bright red sun descend behind the dry landscape. She stirred the simmering pot, not realizing that the fire had gone out while she had been talking to the man.

 If you opened a book and that was the first page and a half, would you want to keep reading?

Restoring beautiful feet to a young Kenyan mother

Update: In less than 24 hours, all $10,000 was raised for Violet’s surgery. Praise God. Read update here.

Watch this video and consider helping Violet get the life-changing surgery she needs.

I love Mercy House Kenya and the work they do in these young girls lives.

For more details on donating, or to buy a t-shirt that benefits Violet’s surgery fund, go here.

Handmade Necklace Fundraiser for Kenyan Farmers

This past year we’ve dealt with numerous watering problems in our backyard. For the majority of the year the small patch of grass we have has been dead or nearly dead due to broken sprinkler heads or leaking pipes. The reality is I’m spoiled. I could easily go to Walmart, buy a $10 sprinkler, hook it up to my hose and, tah dah, problem solved.

In Kenya, that is not an option for the 80% of the poor in Sub-Saharan Africa who are rural farmers. 12-15 million farmers struggle to water their crops with a bucket or rely on the rain which may or may not come. The children in those households account for 75% of the hungry children in Africa. Most of those farmers, IF they are lucky, eek out enough food to feed their family, barely.

The Adventure Project (TAP) seeks to change all that with the Farmer’s Collective and portable irrigation pumps which can increase a harvest by 1000%. That means the farmer can feed his (or her) family, plus an average of 77 people in their community. That’s AMAZING to me! And really, it’s about more than just food. It’s about dignity, it’s about community – read Hannah’s story here.

Each $400 TAP raises, sponsors one pump. I set a goal early this month of raising enough to fund one pump. Thanks to a matching fund and a generous friend, that goal was reached quickly. So now I want to help fund another one!

You can go here to donate.

I am also selling these beautiful handmade ceramic necklaces by artist Rebekah Blocher. Each one is handmade and painted with a scripture reference etched in the back. They make great Christmas presents for moms, friends, sisters, teachers, etc. Each one costs $24 and right now I will ship them to you for free. Thanks to Rebekah’s generosity, purchasing one of these necklaces means 100% of the money goes to the farming project.

To order:

  1. Comment on the post with your name and what necklace you want.
  2. Go here, and donate $24 per necklace.
  3. Email me with your mailing address.
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#1 Verse reference on back: Phil 4:6-7
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#2 Verse reference on back: James 4:8
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#3 Verse reference on back: Phil 4:6-7

#4 Verse reference on back: Prov 3:5-6

#5 Verse reference on back: I Peter 5:7

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#6 Verse reference on back: Ecclesiastes 3:11

#7 Verse reference on back: James 4:8

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#8 Verse reference on back: Romans 15:13

#9 Verse reference on back: I Peter 5:7

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#10 Verse reference on back: Matthew 11:28

I only have one of each necklace so if you want one, act quick. I will try to remove pictures as they sell to avoid confusion.

When We Are Helpless – Guest post by Kimberly Rae

Photo by Lajla Borg Jensen from sxc.hu

Ever since my novels about international human trafficking and missions came out, I have been privileged to speak about trafficking on radio, at events, and even once on TV. When people hear about trafficking, particularly that it is here in the United States, so much closer than they’d imagined, I’ve noticed they tend to respond in one of two ways. Some want to hide from it, run away, pretend it is not there. Others attack it, determined to snuff out the problem forever. “We must end human trafficking”—a motivating sentiment, yes, but not a realistic one.

The first approach always fails to help the problem, but the second approach can fail as well. We Americans are doers. We see a problem; we fix it. There’s a need? Fill it. These cultural instincts that our society thrives on, however, sometimes lead to a sprinting start that is sure to burn quickly into exhaustion, discouragement, and defeat.

The unwanted truth is that sometimes there is nothing we can do to fix the problem. And unfortunately, it is at that stage that we remember to pray. When we can do nothing and only God can come through.

Shouldn’t we be doing that first?

I was reminded of this when I heard about Sweetie from Women At Risk International (www.warinternational.org). Sweetie is a beautiful toddler who has lived most of her little life tied to a pole in the red-light district in India. Her teenage mother, “owned” by a trafficking Madam, has no choices when it comes to her daughter’s future. The Madam does not want people to touch or hold Sweetie so she will grow up not knowing what love is . . . so she will make a good prostitute when she grows up.

The Indian believers who minister in this district are powerless to help Sweetie. They know of a Christian Indian family who would love to adopt Sweetie and raise her with love, but the Madam refuses to let her go, unbelievably, because she does not want the child raised a Christian.

Everyone who cares about Sweetie is helpless. Nothing can be done to deliver this precious child growing up in the midst of unspeakable evil.

It is hard to accept that. To admit that we cannot come up with a solution that fixes the problem. We cannot make it go away.

Yet when we do, we drop to our knees and plead with the God of the universe for His divine intervention.

And when He comes through (not if, but when), He will get the glory, as all of us who have prayed for her for so long see His beautiful deliverance.

I imagine it is these very situations that God uses to remind us of what we should be doing first instead of last—praying. Asking God to intervene even before we do. Then as we do. And after we do. Without Him we can do nothing (John 15:5). With Him, all things are possible (Luke 1:37).

So will you pray with me for Sweetie? For the others trapped in darkness? For those with no hope of deliverance? God cares, even more than we do. And He is never helpless, never powerless, never without resources.

Let’s pray for Sweetie, and the others, and watch in awe as God works.

Kimberly Rae lived in several countries overseas as a missionary before health problems brought her back to the US, where she now writes and speaks on human trafficking. See her Amazon bestselling novels on human trafficking at www.stolenwoman.org, or follow Kimberly’s blog at www.stolenwoman.blogspot.com.

Orphan Care: Not Either/Or – Guest post by Tiffany Castleberry

In March of this year we brought home our youngest son from Ethiopia.  I’m a huge supporter of adoption.  I earnestly wish more people would adopt. But lately, I’ve been reading about other potential solutions to the orphan crisis, particularly in Africa because that’s where we adopted.  It has me thinking about my view on orphan care in general.

I read an article about a community model that focuses on keeping children in their families of origin.  This model may have a grandmother, an aunt, or even an older sibling as the head of the household, with local resources in place to support them.  Families would be encouraged not to place the children up for adoption after the death of the birth parents, but to step up and raise the children themselves.

“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, had denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”  1 Timothy 5:8

Then I read about a ministry group that was introduced to children living at the edge of a slum.  The orphanage had a leaky roof and raw sewage running through the yard, and the children had lost all hope of a better future.  With the help of American sponsors, the ministry was able to build them a beautiful new compound outside of town in record time.  Instead of wading through filth to get to a broken swing set and sleeping four to a bed on stained mattresses, the children are growing their own vegetables, attending school, and sleeping on soft beds in fresh pajamas.

“He raises the poor from the dust and lifts the needy from the ash heap.”  Psalm 113:7

Another organization (several, actually) are training widows in income-producing trades so that they can feed and educate their children.  Another family is providing day care in one of the poorest areas of the capital in Ethiopia so that mothers can go to work and know that their children are safe.  Families are staying together and working for a better future.

“The Lord destroys the house of the proud, but He protects the widow’s territory.”  Proverbs 15:25

Organizations are doing great work all over Ethiopia to place orphaned children into permanent families.  These children may or may not have living family members, but they were given up for any one of a million reasons.  The decision was made and these children are alone.  Now, like our son, they will know the love of a mom and dad.  They will have a future of birthday parties and bedtime stories.

“God places the lonely in families…”  Psalm 68:6

Many children are not up for adoption, but still need tangible help with living and education costs.  Ministries all over Africa are lining up sponsors so that these children can get the help they need, thereby providing for not only them, but their future families as well.

“Those who give to the poor will lack nothing, but those who close their eyes to them receive many curses.”  Proverbs 28:27

I am convinced that there is no one way to care for widows and orphans.  We serve a creative God, and as such there are as many ways to care for widows and orphans as there are people willing to do it.

“Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue, but with actions and in truth.”  1 John 3:18

So…..

Should we adopt a child or sponsor a child?

Yes!

Should we support a program that rescues children or one that keeps families together?

Yes!

Should an organization provide vocational training or meet immediate needs?

Yes!

Orphan care is not either/or.  It’s all of the above.

The need is great, but there are many of us, and that’s more than enough for God to work with!

I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything; but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do. ~ Edward Everett Hale

Tiffany is mom of five (four homegrown and one from Ethiopia) trying to live for Christ every day while homeschooling her crew. She blogs at www.stuffandthingsblog.com

How and orphaned super-hero is helping real-life orphans

Have you ever realized how many super-heroes are orphans? Batman, Superman, Spiderman.

There’s something about a person who can overcome the tragedy of being orphaned and perform good that makes it a recurring storyline in books and movies.

Last weekend Mark and I saw “The Amazing Spiderman” on date night. Of all the Spiderman films I think this one does the best job of capturing the hurt and anger that Peter Parker felt when first his parents, and then his uncle, were killed.

Andrew Garfield, the star of the new film, has joined forces with Dr. Jane Aronson and the Worldwide Orphans Foundation to make a difference in the lives of children through sports.

Read more in Dr. Aronson’s article “Spider-Man and the Amazing Superhero Inside Every Orphan” in the Huffington Post.

Why do you think writers and Hollywood use the orphan story line so frequently?