From a short-term worker in Asia
Some of my friends here have a school for street children that they began several years ago. I’ve been visiting it this past week. The streets that lead to the school building are lined with trash matted to the dirt. Women call out greetings to my friends; they’ve known them for years. Turbaned men steer bikes over the rocky road. I walk into the schoolroom, increasingly aware of the issues that the children face. I’m learning more about them everyday. It’s unfathomable what many of them have been through. During the past few weeks I’ve been reminded of the justice, power, and great compassion of my Dearest Friend. Over and over, I read of it. Compassion on sheep without a shepherd. Trading His high honor for shame. Justice in that He sees much more than I do, and can do much more than I can. I’ve been thinking, “How can I loose chains? How can I love the needy, the poor, the whole person, not simply physically?
The children are beautiful. The little ones tightly hug me and say, “Hi maam. Hi maam.” The older ones give me a handshake and at recess let me play dodgeball with them on the roof. They scoop up rice and spicy potatoes with their fingers, laughing with their friends throughout lunchtime. Their fingers are thin and their feet are dirty, and they sing beautiful songs loudly.
I’m praying for wise direction with the children. I’m praying how to best love them and my friends specific ways to encourage. I’m praying for time with Jesus, for focus during our time together despite all that is going on physically around me and mentally in my head.