Down an old dirt road between two tobacco fields just miles from our own backyard, there are twenty-six big brown eyes and thirteen smiles on the faces of brown-haired children waiting for us to get out of the car. They have no shoes. Diapers sag down to their knees. Many are in their p.j.'s. Flies swarm them. Older brothers and sisters are already at work in the fields. Broken glass and rotting food litter the yard. There are no toys, just rocks and dirt and old pieces of pipe to play with. Their parents are contracted by a local farmer to work in the fields from sun up to sun down six days a week. They are alone and they are lonely under the supervision of just one pregnant woman. God made them. God loves them. And they need believers to tell them that Jesus wants to be their friend forever. So we pack up and we go. We minister to these migrant children and the women left behind.
We sing. We play. We share the Gospel. We serve lunch. We
LOVE.
"Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, famine, and injustice in the world when He
could do something about it...but I am afraid He might ask me the same question!"
Anonymous
The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25:40
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