We often get asked why.
Why we go on these crazy trips to countries people have never heard of. Why we purposefully give up electricity, hot showers and good food. Why we can’t find a normal job, and live a normal life. Why?
So, here we go. Our answer from the last 3.5 months.
For Jonathan. Whose father died when he was 10 years old, leaving him with nine younger siblings. He has not known a day off since because his family depends on him for survival.
For the nameless. Who work 10 hour days in the dump gathering plastic bottles from the piles of trash and walk away with 2.50$. One day Samantha found a dead baby amongst the garbage.
For Fabio. Whose mother left him at home when he was an infant. The neighborhood kids would then come over and watch porn movies and imitate whatever they saw on him.
For Timmy. He watched his father die and his mother remarry. Only to then find himself [literally] sleeping with the pigs because his stepfather hated him.
For Marco. A man who is bedridden. He cannot walk. He cannot talk. His sheets are stained from urine and a stench of rotting flesh penetrates his room. The only visible movement comes from the trails of gnats and ants that dine on his open sores.
For Hector. Whose father is also his own grandfather. He was thrown away; dropped off on the streets with nothing but the clothes on his back.
For Juan. Who at the age of 5 has already struggled with alcoholism.
For Us. Who are so thankful we get to live our lives loving these very people.
The Spirit of the LORD God is upon me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to bring good news to the poor;
he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom to the captives,
and the opening of the prison to those who are bound.
Isaiah 61:1
