(Pictured boy is not the same that I write about)
I sat next to a street boy the other day. I didn’t say much and he didn’t say anything. And yet we could of talked for hours for all that was communicated to my heart. Two or three, shirtless, and dirty he sat on the curb of the street staring blankly ahead. Older kids made a game of kicking their shoes on the street. I try to talk, wave, smile, but he is unresponsive. A 8-year-old girl walks by with a baby in a sling asking for formula. The little boy walks into the busy street and back. He sits down and pulls his toy out of his dirty short’s pocket; a band aid. He opens it and puts it on his uninjured finger. What is this little boy doing here? Its 10 pm he should be safely away in bed after dinner and perhaps some milk and cookies. But, he’s sitting on a street filled with bars playing with a band-aid. As I sit here I wonder what can be done for the street kids. How do we fix this problem? He sits there playing with the band-aid, he stares at it blankly. Band-aids are not toys. He fingers it and pulls it off again. But, forget about the whole expansive problem of all the street kids. What about this one boy? What is his future? He’s the protagonist in the story of his life. He too was made in the image of Christ. Though disguised behind the rags and dirt he is prince of God, though he and others don’t see it. He’s not a street boy, he’s an unique boy that could never be recreated.
My resolution from this visit is to see and treat these “ones” as royalty, to see the face of God in their faces. I pray that you would do the same.
Matthew 25:34-36, “Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in;naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.”
