“Ahh…”

Hi, what’s your name?

Thomas - Adi - Victoria - Edward - countless other young people I meet and talk to

What grade are you?

10 - 6 - 11 - 7…

Are you going to school?

Eyes drop, feet shuffle, how does one explain? It is embarassing to admit - but school has passed them by. And with it the hope and possiblity of clawing out of the sinking bog of poverty.

Why?

Ahh - this is the common reply - said with a descending note at the end - not like “Ahh(with an ascending tone), I found something new and exciting!”, but like, “Ahh - that is about all that needs to be said - the obstacles mount up like an insurmountable wall - where does one start to explain? It is like the final breath that empties ones lungs at death - a final resignation to the inevitable.

That is what life is like for a child in Ngwenya Village - it is full of Ahh’s.  Questions like, “Do you have enough food?” or “Where is your father?” - usually get answered in the same way. 

We spent another weekend with them - Mandate mission team (www.mandateschools.com) doing a kids camp with them. I am drawn to them. (Remember, we spent Christmas day with them at our house?) These 80 kids who are full of contridictions in life - sometimes they pray like angels, and other times flirting for a nickle for sex. God, how can we reach them? How can we help empower them and lift them up from their destitute poverty? 

We want to bless Justin - the man who has been helping them for 5 years - with songs and prayers and bible verses. He can’t do anything about their school fees or hunger or family problems. He wants a well - $10,000 - to make gardens and chicken and goat farms for the kids. I tell him I will pray with him. Will you?

If you want to believe with me for the money to buy this well - or if you want to donate to it - write me at lovesdoor@gmail.com or send money with a note “To Justin’s Well” - to Love’s Door, c/o Open Door Church, 339 NW Sherman St, Sheridan, OR. 97378. Thanks.