We walked into town
many times and often passed a man, sitting by the side of the road, begging for
his livelihood. He seemed ashamed of what his life had become. A couple of
weeks ago we were convicted to go and talk to him. He spoke a little English, and
told us his name. He actually worked on ships as a cook, and was living on the
streets while he waited to see if he'd get a job on one of the ferries. After
we left him we sat down on a park bench and prayed for him. Since that day, we
have not seen him, and it is our belief that he is employed and happy, laughing as he
prepares a delicious meal in the galley of a ship.
That's just one of
the stories that we have encountered here. We have also seen poverty in the
eyes of a once-employed man now forced to beg. We have seen poverty in the
desperation of a woman in a wheelchair, struggling to move herself up the
crowded streets, and the disgust of onlookers unwilling to help. We have
befriended a couple, from Nigeria, who earn their livelihood as car guards
every day. These seemingly "poor" people have something which I don't
see in the eyes of the wealthy. They have a joy for life and a genuine love for
those around them.
My prayer is that
others would step out and meet a need. And in so doing, maybe they too will
witness the joy that we have seen (and felt) through little acts of service
here.
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