We finished our time at Zion’s Gate with a visit to the city dumps. That was two weeks ago. Words can hardly describe my emotions when I arrived in the back of a truck and saw families scrounging around for food in some slimy trash. They were earning their living also from salvaging items in those foul-smelling heaps. I stood up and looked over the area. The mountains behind we’re obscured by a blackness. Vultures. Swarming. How could they? Right here where people were trying to live? I was appalled. And the teams of dogs running around, chasing the cows back and forth between piles of garbage. Now what do I do? But all this passed through my eyes only for a moment before my attention was required around me. “We need forks! Water! Here, you can wrap these tortillas and hand them to Stacy.” My eyes were dismayed, and I curled up in a ball in the back of the truck, working the tortillas on the assembly line. I looked up occasionally to get a glimpse of people’s eyes. Their faces were dirty. If I could see their eyes it was because they chose to allow their faces to be shown in public. Many others chose not to reveal their identity because they were ashamed of their situation. I stared into their faces and remembered that if we give water to even the least of these, then we’ve given it to Jesus. So there He was. I kept wrapping tortillas for Jesus…and for Jesus…and for Jesus…
When we finished, I hopped out of the truck and meandered around the trash. There I saw Danae from my squad. Her foot was broken, but she had still taken the plunge to minister however the Lord led her. She was praying with a woman who was seven months pregnant; and just as I walked up, the woman went unconscious in Danae’s arms.
Read Danae’s story here:
For another incredible story of God’s hands in action, read Devin’s blog! He was my team leader for the last three months. Last month he found himself sharing his blanket with a gang member.
http://devintudor.blogspot.com/2013/03/snuggling-with-gang-member.html
