In March of 2016, the chaos of sights, sounds, and smells of India filled our days…and our nights. It was powerful and overwhelming, yet humility and beauty intermingled with every step we took. Dreams of change, determination to see it through, stark and a constant awareness of our own wealth in comparison ruled our days there. Since that trip anything India catches my eye, my heart, and my attention. When I read of India in the news I immediately think of the women we met, the lives that for a brief time embraced us and invited us in. I think of the contrast of desperate survival and joyful living that we witnessed. Today marks an event that I had no knowledge of. I wonder if you knew that 5 years ago today, 1,138 workers were killed when a multi-story building collapsed? That thousands were injured? That they were making clothing…for us? On April 23, large cracks were found in the structure of the Rana Plaza building, in the Dhaka District, Bangladesh. The lower floors were shut down, but the garment workers on the upper floors were ordered to return to work the next day. The building collapsed only hours after… Read More »

It wasn’t where I had expected to hear from God. Sure, I had been praying. Asking. And I had hoped that sometime, somewhere, I would get an answer. But I sure wasn’t expecting it then. And definitely not there, of all places. For years I have read the Bible and sought to put its words into practice. But recently I had been finding a theme popping up all over the Scriptures that I was woefully amiss in addressing. I was not sure how I could have missed it, given the multitude of verses on the subject, but now here it was clearly before me: God’s heart for the poor and needy. The more I read, the more aware I became of my shameful neglect of that which was so important to the God I said I followed. So I began to pray, “God what do you want me to do? I prayed this for months. Asking God to show me how He would want me to respond to His deep compassion for the lonely, the broken, the outcasts, the destitute. “What do you want me to do?”, I asked over and over. And I listened for His answer in my… Read More »

“Four days without food…how much longer can I survive?”  Lying quietly on a thin mat, Nancy watched as the monsoon rains forced their way thru cracks and holes in the tin roof of her small hut. The leaks were by far the least of her problems. The hunger was ever present, gnawing away at the void in her stomach, from dawn to dusk. The ache for food pounded through her body like her heart working overtime. Four days…how much longer could she hold on? How would she find the energy to care for her family?  To search for food? How were they to keep on?       Her husband unemployed, her small family no stranger to hunger…but this time there seemed no hope for a way out. She watched as her young children played in the sweltering, muggy heat.  Her mother’s heart agonized while watching them, knowing that in spite of giving up her food, they still longed for more. Tiny bellies extended, she again wondered at how they could continue on. Just last week, her friend’s tiny daughter succumbed to starvation.  Their small and destitute community mourned, but all were well aware that many of their own children were at… Read More »

Thank you to those of you who have been praying for us today. As our time of intentional quietness and seeking God comes to an end, we are grateful that you were part of this day. The primary thoughts we believe God wanted to say to us today could be summarized as follows: Certain of God’s plan*, we will continue to press on**,  putting no confidence in the flesh***.  If you’d like to dialogue more about this statement or our experience today, feel free to contact us at [email protected] Also, if you think God said something to you in your time of prayer, we would love to hear from you! Again, thank you for partnering with us. We are blessed to know we are not alone! Denise–for the Mercy Market team * Jer. 29:11, **Phil 3:12, ***Phil 3:4

Mercy Market is inviting you to join us in a day of prayer on Monday, August 14.   From wherever you are, would you pause and lift up our ministry to the Lord?  Perhaps breakfast, lunch, supper and bedtime would be good times to remember to intercede on our behalf.  The leadership team will be praying and it would mean so much to us to have you join with us. Please pray that God would give us His guidance as we evaluate the direction of this ministry: Are there changes He wants us to make? Are we following His leading? We do not want to lag behind or rush ahead of Him, so, we ask: “Are we on track with you Lord?”   Are there new doors of selling opportunities?  New people to help by selling their products?                                         Would there be new people who would want to join our team? Mostly, we want a fresh anointing of the Lord.  We will listen to anything He wants to say to us about His ministry that He entrusted to us.   Please pray that we… Read More »

The music was loud.  The atmosphere seedy.  She sat at a table, waiting for her turn.   Her turn to dance on the counter, scantily dressed, with a number on her back like some commodity to be bought and sold.   Why?  What was her reason for being employed in this manner? Her answer: she has two small children to feed and care for.   This young woman in the Bangkok Red Light district is there because she is a mother. The prison was crowded and noisy. The conditions deplorable.  She sat on the courtyard bench and told her story.  The choice to transport drugs with the promise of enough money to pay off her house.  The chance to provide her children a secure home.  So she took the risk and ended up in an Ecuadorian prison.  Because she is a mother. The trip was long.  The feeling lonely.    She had left all she had known; her village, her friends, her family and worst of all, her children.    How she hated being separated from her children.   She wanted to be the one to comfort them when they hurt, the one to laugh with them, to watch them grow,… Read More »

We have officially wrapped up our Fall and Christmas season–it was a great one!  We wanted to say thanks for your support and that we look forward to seeing you next year!   For this season, we want to leave you with these thoughts: Excerpt from Ann Voskamp’s book, “The Greatest Gift”: “Mordecai–he was in sackcloth outside the palace gate.  He sent word to his niece, chosen queen to the king, to never forget the plight of those collected on the other side of the gate: ‘Don’t think for a moment that because you’re in the palace you will escape when all other Jews are killed.  If you keep quiet at a time like this, deliverance and relief for the Jews will arise from some other place, but you and your relatives will die.’ It comes like a whisper from those outside the gate: You’ve got to use the life you’ve been given to give others life. You’ve got gifts that weren’t given to line your life with; they were given to be a lifeline to others–or you lose your life.  It comes like an echo from God: if your gifts don’t give relief, you don’t get real life.  What does… Read More »

India 2016–Part 3 of 3 Her jaw is set as she looks out across the field onto the small village in the rural region of Murshidibad in eastern India. “M” is a small woman, no more than 5 feet tall with her dark hair pulled up into a tight bun and her petite frame wrapped in a golden sari. But her strength of character, her unwavering vision are towering. “There was a family in this village,” M says, “very poor, very hungry. With small children. But now they are gone. The villagers say they went to the big city. We are almost certain they were trafficked-they had no money for food let alone a train ticket. But we cannot know where they are now. This is why were are here.” As her words pour out, M’s eyes bore into all of the Westerners who surround her. She is unflinching. “Freeset needs to create 10,000 jobs in Murshidabad and then 10,000 jobs in Nepal and Bangladesh. We need to sell more so that more women can have freedom.” M is a woman of vision. 17 years after being rescued from a life of prostitution in Kolkata, she now works tirelessly to… Read More »

India-Part 2 of 3 Eight flights of stairs took us to the top of our building. Walled. Private. Above the crowds, seeing the city from a broader perspective. On the streets, necessity required us to stay focused. Watch our every step to avoid garage, potholes, dogs, people, feces. Be on guard against the unfamiliar,the crowds, the harried traffic, the leering eyes. But up here there was space and freedom to lean against the cement wall and leisurely just look. From one viewpoint we watched the countless vehicles; taxis, trucks, mopeds, buses, bicycles ,tuk-Tuks. Watched as the many vied for the few lanes, crowding, swerving, weaving in and out. Rarely colliding and Always, Always honking. Raising our eyes from the streets, the horizon was filled with buildings. As far as the eyes could see, tall dilapidated buildings crowded together. Holding each other up, as if one fell, the whole city would come crumbling down. And then there was the other view. The view we always came back to. The view we could see only from this top floor. The view of the pink and yellow buildings that were part of the District. The Red Light District where thousands of women lived… Read More »

  India–Part 1 of 3 From hearing of crushing family betrayal to the family of God restoring, seeing the devastation wreaked by freedom stealers and the healing of freedom fighters, from being a witness to trust shattered to the promise of hope renewed; much of our experience in India was filled with contrasts. By far, our favorite contrast was seeing that which was broken and cast away, recreated into something beautiful.  This beautiful picture was symbolic of the women, as they work to restore and rebuild their lives.  Join us as we share with you our experience in India.