This is a picture of me and a beautiful little girl named Mary. Since I’ve been at the home we’re staying at this month I was specifically drawn to her.Don't let this picture fool you, as soon as we walked in she looked at us like she wanted to punch us. Upon taking a closer look at her I noticed the scars that went from her palm up to her elbow. I noticed the pain in her eyes, and the smile constantly missing from her face. I walked up to her and introduced myself and she said, “I am Mary.” This was the only interaction for the first couple of days.
Thursday she noticed I was on my computer. She asked me if I had internet and when I confirmed that I did she asked to check her facebook. I told her she could and asked her if she would add me as a friend. She said no, she didn’t want to be my friend on facebook because I wasn’t her friend in real life. I said fine. Then she showed me her pictures. All of her profile pictures were of busty Indian movie stars and one of a blue Hindu God. When we got to the one of the God she said, “This is my God. This is the only one I worship. I don’t believe in your Jesus.” She went on and on and I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me. I told her that she can have her beliefs and I’ll have mine but I’ll pray for her anyway.
As my relationship with Mary grew little by little I asked the house mother to tell me her story. She told me Mary had been living in the home since she was 3. She’s now 15. Twelve years of her life were spent in a home when she has a mother. She then told me that Mary’s parents were Hindu. Her father was dead and her mother couldn’t afford to take care of her and all of her siblings so Mary was the one chosen to move to Rhuma Shalom. She said one day after Mary came back from a visit with her mother she ran into her room and cut her arms with a razor trying to commit suicide. The house mother ran upstairs and automatically believed Mary to be possessed. She sprayed Holy water on her, which Mary spat out, then put a cross to her skin and Mary said to go away. Then the next step taken was to call a priest from India to preform an exorcism on Mary. After the priest met with her he said that she was possessed by a Hindu demon that wouldn’t come out because Mary wanted it there. She then informed me that the reason the house was so glum was Mary’s fault because she was possessed. Now I don’t know how I feel about being possessed but I did know this was a little girl with a lot of blame on her shoulders and hurt in her heart. She desperately needed not only my love but the love of Jesus Christ.
The next day I implemented a Bible study for the older girls which Mary was a part of. I talked about 1 Corinthians 13. I told them what it really means to love and Mary was one of the many that told me she had never seen that kind of love. I felt like God was really breaking through to Mary and using me to do it. I knew I could help this little girl. I knew I could love her and show her the love Jesus has just flows out of my heart. Until today. 
Last night Mary came to my room and asked me to write her a letter and that she wanted to write one on my computer for me. I left open my computer and when she was done I asked if I could read it. She said not until tomorrow. Of course, I read it anyway. It was a letter saying goodbye and that she loved me and she was grateful for the time I spent with her. I automatically thought she was going to run away the next day so I stayed home from ministry today.
This morning when I woke up, Pastor came and collected Mary and her things and we bid farewell. She explained to me her mother was sick and she was going home. She said I need to be happy for her because she’s never coming back here and she will be so much happier. My heart immediately broke. Whatever shred of Jesus’s light I showed this little girl is going to be reversed the minute she goes back to her strict Hindu family.
No. No it will not be reversed. I will continue to pray and fight for Mary. She deserves to be happy and she deserves to know love. Even though I will not be the one showing her that love it doesn’t matter, because God will show it to her through someone else.
This is why I’m on the World Race. People like Mary are why I’m here. Please partner in this ministry by donating to me. I’m still $600 away from a deadline that passed 16 days ago. God is working through me. I need to be here. Please pray about it and help if you can.
