Well greetings from Nicaragua…this is my last night here. Sorry that I have not posted until tonight. What I seen yesterday has taken me a while to process. Nicaragua is the 2nd poorest country in Central America behind Haiti. And yesterday I saw it firsthand. We were able to go North to a church were the rain has completely washed the streets out and the holes in them cause the van to almost bottom out. We arrived at a Pentecostal church (in which I felt at home); shortly thereafter we were instructed that we were going to go to see the homes of where the Compassion kids live. Just to remind you Compassion International works through the local church…so everything is done through and at the church. We are in the neighborhood the church is in!
So we divided into three groups where we all went to different houses. Our group had the farthest to walk and we had a heavy box of rice, beans, and oil to take to the family. As we were walking I looked around to see that the houses were in ok shape, nothing us Americans would ever live in, but to them it was a great place to raise their family. The houses are made of wood…ran down, dirt floors, no windows, and it seems that all family members live in these houses. We continued to walk and it seemed as though we were going to a more difficult run down area and we were!
We then arrived to the family of Norman to whom this child is a Compassion Child. We walked into somewhat of a steel gate which keeps the gang members out of the house at night and on the weekends. We entered the gate to find the family eagerly awaiting us. So as I continued in I saw several shed, or what we would call sheds, which we would not even put our lawn mowers in. In fact we would tear the thing down because it was so decrepit. Inside the shacks were beds that maybe had a mattress on it, there was a crock pot, and about 4 plastic dishes that the family ate with. Just so you know 4 generations of family lived in the small area. They had a wood fire going outside where they cooked and a rooster running in the yard.
I continued to walk and I heard the voice of a women being very loud. Of course my attention was drawn that way and to my shock I saw that she was locked into one of the sheds. The family described her as crazy…my heart began to pound and the thoughts were immediately taken to the bible where Jesus healed people like this. I prayed for her to be healed at the end…but did not see any significant improvement. Another teammate of ours came over and looked into her eyes in which the gal responded 'I see Jesus in you,' simply powerful for my teammate!
Quickly the Compassion director got our attention to the children…and we they told us of their family situation and how compassion helped them out. After a long discussion and seeing picture of their sponsors and hearing the dreams of Norman, which is to become a professional, I began to see a child that matters to God and should matter to us as well. No one deserves to live like this.
As an American, we take so many things for granite. We are a blessed people and have everything at our disposal and yet we complain about everything! And to see this and say that the most happy people I saw on this trip where the kids, mom, aunt, grandma, uncle in this compound. As I set here tears are rolling down my face because of the arrogance and filthy pride I have. We must be about God's business and not our own. We must follow His example and sacrifice our time, talents, and treasure so that somebody else can have that opportunity to meet Jesus.
It is an amazing story of how people all over the world are sponsoring the children in need. The impact on the families and children's lives are beyond what anyone could ever imagine. Get ready church, you are going to be adopting children from Nicaragua and we are going to make a difference in this country!