June 9, 2013 (Sunday)
In the midst of the slum well hidden behind rusty and worn iron sheets sits a
small church struggling to move forward with what God has for them. So many times they have had to start over
because of theft. So many times they
have had to move because of hiked rental fees but they continue to bless the
Lord.
Poverty excels in such a place and praying for jobs is number one on the prayer list. Crime takes over the nights. Jackie tells me of a man that was shot and killed close to her home. They approached him with guns in their hands and demanded money. He was not a man of wealth. He was like so many others here in the slum living day by day without anything extra. Their demands were not satisfied and his life was taken.
As they play on grounds with garbage and debris they run to
us with something they have found. A hypodermic
needle is taken from the little hands that so proudly brought it. There is no evidence of surprise or alarm of
such a find but a pat on the child’s back for doing the right thing.
The church is well attended and praise continues to flow
upward. They dream of better days and cry
out to God in thanks for all that he has done. He is the one that sustains them and fills
their hearts with joy.
Psalm 5:11 But let all who take refuge in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy. Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may rejoice in you.
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