Our History is...

Irene Hephzibah Gleeson

In 1991, I taught 20 children to write their names in the dust, under the mango trees.

Now in 2008, I oversee 8,000 African students in the care of 400 African staff, all studying, eating, healthy and progressing.

As a small child I loved Jesus so much. Every morning, I would rise for the 5:00am mass, running along the grey streets of North Sydney alone, a small four-year-old girl. But despite my earnest prayers and tears, my home life was one of despair, poverty and sickness. My Mother died when I was 15 years old, leaving me to be housemother to my 7 siblings. I remember kneeling in the dark empty church late one Saturday afternoon.

There was a disturbance at the back of the church as two burly figures carried in a coffin and departed. I rose to read the name of the deceased. It was my mother. I remember the coffin looked so tiny. As I bit back tears of grief, I said to God: "That's it. I'll live my own life now".

The next year, I was married, and by the time I was 21 years old, I had three beautiful children and a lovely home. My life continued with little thought of God until after 20 years of marriage everything fell apart with my divorce.

I lost my home, my children, everything I had worked for. Then began a desperate search for truth. I tried everything: Buddhism, transcendental meditation, yoga, renewing the Dreaming. A 300 mile trek through the Himalayas brought me only disillusionment. Seeking aboriginal spirits brought me only confusion and feelings of unutterable grief.

Manic depressive, with nowhere to turn in 1982, I made a decision to give Jesus control of my life. It seemed like a great weight was lifted from my shoulders, and as I drove home singing, the car seemed to be filled with the voices of angels.

Reading the Bible for the first time in my life taught me truth and how to pray effectively. Within six months, God had blessed me by rescuing my four children from unemployment and drugs. Today, they are married and have given me 15 grandchildren.

In 1989, I heard about orphans in Uganda needing help and sold all my beachside home and my possessions. I left Australia in December 1991 for Uganda and towed my caravan 500 kiometres from Kampala to the Sudan border.

My personal Scripture was Exodus 23:20: "See, I am sending an angel ahead of you to guard you along the way and to bring you to the place I have prepared for you."

When I arrived in Kitgum, 40 kilometres from the Sudan border, I was shocked. The district has been ravaged by 37 years of war. It is a community of aged widows and orphan children, trying to scratch food from a harsh land.

My first work was to gather the destitute children who sat sick and listless all day, and teach them songs. Soon the evenings were sweet as the sound of small voices rang across the village. God had put songs back into the hearts of the children.

Since then, with the support of precious donors and Ugandan village staff, we have built several full day care schools for orphans.

Every day, 8,000 orphans attend CKS schools for free schooling, meals and medicine. Upon graduation, they attend our vocational college to learn skills in tailoring, computers, building, carpentry, animal husbandry or agriculture.

Although war activity still disrupts life in Kitgum, God has enabled the Childcare Kitgum Servants' team to bring His hope to a community formerly in despair. A new generation of skilled youth is rebuilding their future.

In February 2002 we began impacting the community of at least 1 million, without risking our lives traveling on the roads. Our own FM Radio began broadcasting educational and encouragement to a war weary district. Many witchcraft practices which threatened the children's lives have been discouraged.

2008 will see our 3 story art, drama and dance studio completed, as well as another school and a library. The completion of the 60 bed AIDS Hospice has freed schoolchildren from the impossible burden of caring for dying relatives.

As I proudly see thousands of my original African children of 1992, now grown up and developing their district, I think about other camps of destitute children and dare to dream God will enable CKS to rescue thousands more "in His strength".

When they grow into functioning human beings, that's the biggest thrill of my life!

Every single human being has the right to reach their full potential. Each is entitled to food, water, medicine and education.