I’m sorry I have slacked lately, but I really have struggled to make time to write or keep track of anything lately. I think often I don’t even know where to start when I write. But I’ll share something I shared with someone recently…
I’m often overwhelmed by the pain I see around me – from a teenage boy getting raped on the street because he walked too late at night, to a 5-year-old girl who has not only been molested but also doesn’t know the love of a mother even though she lives with her.
From a young man who has lived on the streets since he was nine and just can’t believe we want to love him. To a homeless kid asking us to help him with a bullet wound he got because he was so hungry he stole some food.
But I’m also moved by the sheer joy I see in the deepest of darkness. From the little boy who says he comes to our shelter, “Because you hug me.” To an 80-year-old crippled woman on the street saying “Blessings” because I gave her 50 cents.
To a handful of formerly street kids succeeding in school because we told them, “We believe in you, and so does our God.” To that same 5-year-old girl saying, “I love you,” with a hug that could take your breath away.
I have never felt a greater joy than when I can show the unconditional love of our Savior to someone who had altogether given up that it existed.
Our God is here, and I see him fighting the deepest of darkness. Among the drugs, the prostitution, the incredible pain, the Almighty reigns in me and I’m thankful I can put on my boxing gloves and help.