Throwback

 A beautiful Sunday morning dawns, raining and cozy. It's quiet at Christian Child Care. Everyone is still enjoing the peace sleep offers. The night girl struggles to stay awake. The train again whilstles its long, mournful call, as if telling of the pain hidden from men's eyes in Gallup

A phone call breaks the silence. Six children in need of a place to call home. Someone to comfort and soothe the pain that is deep inside their hearts. Girls stumble groggily from their beds of slumber. Their spirit is willing but their flesh is week.

Dirty, so dirty a bath doesn't even take it all off. Even some blood. So, so stinky. Wounds too deep for us to deal with, a Dr. maybe. Their clothes are ill fitting. Barfoot and only a diaper. Scratched. Hair full of lice.

 They smile timidly. Arms reaching out for someone they can trust.  She reaches down, picking him up. He snuggles close, lice, dirt and all. His arms encirlce his neck and he sighs as he lays his head on her shoulder. 

They cry as they are cleaned up, but soon they quiet. Happy smiles smine from their once lonely, sad faces. A new dress, a clean diaper. Lice are dealt with, wounds cleaned, food for their hungry tummies. Smiles and hugs. Love where there hadn't been any. 

There's a call.. to go.. feed the hungry, clothe the naked, comfort the broken. Will you leave your fun social lives, your well paying jobs and the comfort of your blessed beyond measure homes? Will you leave it all to hold these broked children close? You're cup will be filled to overfilling.

By: Jo

 Not my inspiration today. But I lived the same mirning. The faces and sadness and shock are etched just as cearly on my mind. And this post will help it stay there and remind me that not all are half as privileged as I am. Thanks Jo.

 

This post was first written up almost a year ago. Somehow it never got posted then and I decided to post it now. It may be almost a year ago but it still is my history. I lived that morning. Sure it was a semi ordinary morning by Gallup standards. But something about those 6 severely neglected, rejected kids struck a cord in everyones' hearts and we will never forget them. Maybe it was the 2 year old boy who was wearing nothing but a diaper and an adult sized bright pink sweater.  Maybe it was the skinny 6 year old who nonchalantly told me that she was glad they were at CCC because we took care of them instead of neglecting them like she was used to. Whatever it was that made us all hurt a little more for them, that morning and those 6 skinny, neglected kids will always be etched in our minds and hearts.