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Sunday, October 18, 2009

He is 8.

This is Jumanne. I met him a couple of weeks ago around 8pm outside the grocery store. It was dark and he was all alone. I was getting out of the car when this sweet face looked at me and in swahili he asked me for bread. Unfortunately I see street kids a lot and i never give to them because all it does is perpetuate the problem of begging. But for some reason God granted me His compassion for this boy. I bought him some bread, milk, and water and then insisted we take him back to his village. The next day I went to his home. If you have seen Slumdog Millionaire, that is what you can picture as his house. Complete slums. He is 8 years old and has not seen his father in three years! He lives with his mother who is a street sweeper and his three sisters. Being the only boy he is now the 'man' of the house. He is 8.  It is now his responsibility to provide when his mother's $1 a day salary runs out. He is 8. He is in 4th grade but its nearly impossible for him to do any homework in this tiny shack with no electricity, no quiet, no supplies. He would rather be out playing soccer with his friends. He is 8. But his little sisters need baths, they need water to be fetched, their needs to be food. He is 8. 

I could not get Jumanne off of my mind and my heart. The situation while there are so many like his was just weighing on me so heavily. There is an African circus in town this month so i decided to take him. We got there had sodas and popcorn and i watched Jumanne more than the show. He was mesmerized by the lights, the sounds, the entertainers. He was clapping and cheering! It was pure delight! After the circus we ran into his two younger sisters at the same grocery store where I met Jumanne. They were filthy dirty as usual and in the same musky
 brown clothes I had met them in. We decided to pile them all in my car and take them home for dinner. (we told another kid from the village to tell their mother) 

We got home and I couldnt wait to give them all baths! Afterward the water was a murky
 brown color. But now they were clean! I smothered them in lotion and pulled out some of Neema's clothes and dressed them in freshness. We then fed them some rice, beans, and veggies and they ate and ate. Jumanne said they had eaten nothing but chai all day. I sting just thinking about it. 

On Sunday they showed up at my gate at 7:45am. All four of them. I quickly threw on a pot of coffee (for myself) and started making some oatmeal (for them.) I took them to church and it was a sight. Neema in one arm and Umi in the other (good thing they are little.) Jumanne can read english so he really enjoyed singing the worship songs and Hadija the oldest was good at keeping eye on everyone. They went to sunday school and colored pictures of Jesus and
 children. Jumanne wrote on his "Jumanne sitting with Jesus." The morning had been nothing short of complete chaos! Oatmeal everywhere.spilled juice.fighting over toys.getting everyone in the car in time. Getting to church. Getting everyone quiet for prayer. But my heart was overflowing with love. 

After we dropped them off at the village and I walked in my door I took in a deep breath. But then I missed the crazy. 
Jumanne, Aziza, and Umi where we found them on the street.
At my house...after baths! 

6 comments:

  1. My heart is bursting! what a total privaledge to walk beside these children - the true heartbeat of God. I'm excited for you Heath & what God is doing with you. Thank you for letting us "see" just a little bit with our eyes from way over here. I will pray for this family.

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  2. heathie,

    this is a perfect example of one of the reasons i love you most -- inclusive, generous, warm, and filled with the Spirit -- no wonder Jumanne (and his sisters) keep coming back to you!

    love you tons. miss you always, but you're always in my prayers. love you mean it...

    merry :)

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  3. Booty, you are amazing. What a true picture of Jesus you give to those kids. They get to see Christ...BE ENCOURAGED! I love you!

    Booty

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  4. Heath,

    Wow. You are the hands and feet of Jesus to these precious kiddos. So cool. So encouraging. Thanks for sharing these sweet stories with us back across the pond.

    Much love,
    Ashton

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  5. you're amazing!!!!! i love you!!

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  6. I love reading your story, you continue to encourage me and give me eternal perspective! Miss you!
    Love bec

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