I met Francis today and my heart broke for him. Francis came in his wheelchair to get a loaf of bread. We were out feeding the hungry right outside the gate of where we are staying this month. They live on the streets, in shacks, gardens or wherever else they can find to rest their head for the night.
My heart broke because he had come all that way for one loaf and it is not easy for Francis to get places. As he got his loaf of bread and began struggling up the dirt and gravel road I went to push him up to the main road. He asked me what my name is and said he would be back the day after tomorrow.
When I made my way back to where we were giving out soup and bread I began asking a lady that works here at Pop Up about Francis. She said that Francis is a sweet man and that it is sad because the people do not help him. They will allow him to struggle up the hill and she helps him a lot. She went on to say that Francis has to come back on Wednesday so that she may check his wound. He cut his foot on a piece of metal that was sticking out of the ground. He cannot walk, there for has to drag himself around when out of his wheel chair. He would also love to speak more but it's hard for him and difficult to understand his words.
Francis lives in a shack in the local garden with some others. He does not have a family.
I pray that Jesus would heal this man’s legs and also that he may just know that God is with him no matter where he is or what his struggles are.
