Providing life-saving 
medical care.

Every day, people in Uganda suffer from curable illnesses. Our clinic shares hope and healing—offering medical care and the love of Jesus.

Saving Lives
through Medical Care

In 2011, Lori Salley, one of our founders, almost died from cerebral malaria after returning to Oregon from Uganda. After a battle for her life and miraculous recovery, we were determined to save as many lives as we possibly could…After that experience, the Health Center was birthed.  

Many men, women and children suffer daily with curable sicknesses and diseases, such as malaria. We’ve seen many lives saved because of our clinic. Since opening, we’ve cared for over 30,000 patients! Everyone of our patients leaves our clinic knowing they are loved and we are there…. Because Jesus Cares.  

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Delivering Hope, One Baby at a Time

Many women in Uganda will never see their baby before delivery—but at our Birthing Center, that’s changing.

We provide life-changing prenatal care, giving mothers a first glimpse of the child growing within them.

In a region where childbirth often happens without medical support, our center offers clean, safe, and compassionate care led by trained professionals.

Every mother is reminded that she is deeply loved—and every baby is welcomed with dignity.

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You’re Part of the Miracle

What if one clinic could change the story for an entire community?

That’s exactly what we’ve seen. In a region where treatable illnesses like malaria once claimed lives too soon, our Health Center has become a place of hope and healing. It’s where skilled hands, compassionate hearts, and the power of prayer come together every day.

From routine checkups to life-saving care, thousands have walked through our doors—and walked out with a renewed sense of dignity and strength. Because here, healthcare isn’t just about medicine. It’s about reminding each person: your life matters. You are not forgotten. And you are deeply loved.

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Grace's Story:

In 2004, when we began Show Mercy, we had no idea the depth and reach this journey would take. We simply said yes to helping 50 children. That’s it. No grand strategy. Just obedience.

And that’s when I met Grace—a quiet, wide-eyed little boy sitting in a church service. I invited him to sit on my lap, and from that moment on, he had a special place in my heart.

Grace’s story was painful. His father had died of AIDS, and by custom, he was sent to live with his grandparents. At just seven years old, Grace was forced to work in the fields from dawn to dusk, digging for food with his bare hands. He wasn’t allowed to go to school. He slept on the hard mud floor. His clothes were rags. He was in constant pain—his feet and hands raw and infected from living barefoot in the dirt.

When he was finally brought into our sponsorship program, everything changed.

A Heart Transformed

Grace was safe. He had a bed. A blanket. Shoes. Meals. Clean water. Medical care. An education. But more than all of that—he had love.He would run to carry my bags every time I visited. He started dreaming big, bold dreams. He told me with glistening eyes that one day he would be a pastor and evangelist for Jesus. And over and over again, he dreamed of fishing—casting nets—pulling in a catch.

One day, as he wept in my arms sharing the horrors of his early life, he suddenly lifted his head, smiled, and said something I will never forget:

“I now know what it means to be a King’s kid.”

Grace discovered who he truly was—not an orphan, not a slave—but a son of the King. That truth changed everything for him. And it became a cornerstone of this ministry’s calling.

The Final Goodbye

In 2008, we received the heartbreaking news that Grace had passed away. While being treated in the hospital for an injury, doctors discovered he had leukemia. It progressed quickly, and we didn’t even have time to say goodbye.

But then, something miraculous happened. My husband Mike had a dream. In it, Grace was sitting on Jesus’ lap—radiant, whole, joyful. He looked at Mike and said something like:

“Thank you… for showing me what a good Poppa is on the earth.”

He woke up in tears. It was as if Grace had come back one last time to say thank you—and to pass the baton.

Send your sponsored child a note!

Use this form to send a special note to your child in Uganda.
You can upload a few small photos as well.