While traveling the world I have experienced a lot of wrong.
With my own two eyes I have seen a lot of wrong. This adventure has expanded my
mind with knowledge of our world’s wrongs. One story I want to share in particular
is when our squad was staying in Kathmandu, Nepal. I didn’t know much about the
street life of Kathmandu, except for the fact that it was one of the most
dangerous places in the world; and kidnappings happened 24/7. During the day it
was safe to roam the streets, but at night even the locals knew not to roam the
streets. Everything shut down around 9:00pm, and I mean everything.
During my last day in Kathmandu it was in the afternoon I was
walking in the street when a kid with fire scars covering his entire body ran
up to me and started begging me to but his family some rice. He started to take
me into a store close by and I sensed something wasn’t right. My spirit always
knows when I am being played. The kid grabs the biggest bag of rice and says
his baby sister is sick and dying and needs to be fed immediately. I am almost
convinced until he starts fake crying and I see him giving a thumbs up to some
other boys outside. So I stop and tell him he almost had me and put the rice
back where we got it. All of a sudden this boy falls to the ground and grabs
hold of my legs and is screaming asking me to buy him food because he is
hungry. I tell him to get up that I will buy him some lunch if he will talk
with me about why he lied to me; he agrees and I take him into the restaurant
next to my hostile. I order him a bowl of fried rice and a sprite and ask him
why he lied to me. His response was simple, “because I can” he tells me. At
this point I want to know who this kid is and why he is on the streets; so I ask
him. This is his story:
(Picture taken by Frankie Nazardo)
“I have parents, but I don’t live with them. I am the leader
of the streets I take care of all the street kids (which I found out the locals
call them “the glue Kid’s) and they take care of me. We travel in packs at
night so we don’t get killed. We sleep in groups so if the police come they won’t
bother us too much. If we travel alone the police will beat us and probably
kill us. During the day we beg for food, money, clothes, anything we can get
from the foreigners. All of the white people are nice (With a sarcastic voice)
and they tell me about Jesus and give me what I want. I don’t give a d**m about
Jesus and those s**t heads are so easy to play.”
This kid had some major spirits of darkness in him, the
whole time he was talking I was praying for God to release him of the spirits.
My heart was so heavy for him and all of the other street kids. As I was
talking with this young man a local I had met earlier in the week saw that I
was feeding him. He became very angry and started cussing the boy out. I asked
him to calm down and talk to me. The local began to tell me that he has tried
and tried to convince these kids to get off of the streets and live at the
local orphanage but they refuse because they hate authority, and refuse to stop
sniffing glue. He continued to tell me that these kids sometimes make annually $30 to $50,000 in one year! (I don’t know if all of these numbers are correct this is just what I was told) These kids have everything, clothes, food, drugs, money you name it. The kid was laughing as the local told me this and when he
finished he asked me if I would like to see how he sniffs his glue. Very
shortly after that remark he stood up walked over to me looked me in the eye
rubbed my cheek and with a nasty smile sarcastically told me that he would stop
sniffing the glue because Jesus loves him.
And just like that he was gone most likely begging from
other foreigners. This is just one story of wrongs that I have seen in the
world. I pray that, that kid heard what I told him about the Lord and how he
loves him. I also know that it is going to take more than a small conversation
to change his mind-set about life. It is going to take someone who can be
planted in Kathmandu to minister and love on these hurt and confused kids. I
was told by the local that there are close to one thousand glue kids in the
Kathmandu and surrounding districts. This is a number that God can change! He
can turn one thousand glue kids into one thousand on fire kids for the Kingdom
of God. I believe in the power of our Fathers love!
The best journeys answer questions that in the beginning you
didn’t even think to ask. – Jeff Johnson.
Who is going to help these kids?
Who will take the call?
Will we really let this young generation die off from their
addiction to glue?
Only God has the answers. All I can do is tell the story.
