Here are some things I’ve experienced in the last 24 hours:
I talked to a man living on the street who has 7 metal rods sticking out of his calf.
I taught a boy origami in a hospital, and held his mother as she cried because her son has been diagnosed with Hepatitis at age 10.
Last night, during our night ministry, I got to play with one of my favorite street kid’s named Cata. She is 9 years old, and raises her two younger sisters on her own. I was able to dance with her, cradle her, laugh with her, and treat her like the child she never got to be.
Time after time I catch myself excusing these things with a simple, “It’s a different culture,” and while that is the truth, it does not excuse the injustice.
I wish I could heal that man’s leg. I wish Juan Carlos never got sick. I wish Cata had a warm and loving family to go home to.
I can’t fix these things, but I believe in a God who has more mercy for them than I do, and who also has the power to change things that I cannot.
These past 24 hours have been hard, but I’m getting through it knowing that God has a greater plan for these people than I can see. I trust that in His perfect timing, justice will come.
Until it does, I will keep on loving these beautiful people in Guatemala.
