It is hard to image living every day in so much fear. And hard to stand in front of young ones as they are shaking and crying out for help. They point to bruises and scars from nights before. Young ones are being beaten or shot by both drug dealers and civil police. Every stop (we make 10 stops every day to pass out tracts, food and juice) is spent praying for the Lord to protect these young lives and to make them aware there is a God who loves, cares and watches over them and longs to save them. You leave these stops whispering to God to preserve and protect and knowing that some of these young ones will never be seen again. It is heartbreaking to me.
The last stop yesterday found 2 very young- eight year olds- whose parents had told them they did not want them any more. They are living under the cardboard boxes on the corner where we pass out bibles and tracts. One of the vendors told us that the drug dealers would soon give them “Free” drugs to get them started on a path there is little chance of return. I asked Lori is there no-one we can have help these two little ones and she said no. I wept as I watched them. Lori said that is why we are here, because there truly is no one to help them. The local drug dealers have reduced the price of their drugs to $2.00 R / $1.00 US per package. They are hoping to get more people hooked before raising it again.
The young children on the streets are everywhere. And the need is so far beyond what WE can ever meet. It makes you realize again and again that this is God’s work- and HIS alone.
TOP PHOTO: Praying for their safety and salvation…
BOTTOM PHOTO: Andrew, William and Stephanie passing out tracts
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