Few months ago we had an outreach program. The goal? To at least provide children with something to eat, to teach them the word of God, to make them feel that they are not alone.
A kid once approached me and shared his story about how he used to be a homeless kid roaming on the streets of Manila and stealing stuff before moving to the new town. I asked why he did that and this was his answer:
“I know for sure that sniffing rugby or solvent is a bad thing. But I had no choice, it makes me forget that I’m hungry at all. I had no choice. I don’t want to steal anymore because the policemen or the people might just beat me to death. ”
“So those are actually true” I thought, because I have seen a lot of kids saying that on the television.
I tried to hold my tears trying to imagine everything the child has been through and just patted his back. Then, he asked me,
“Am I still worthy of God’s love?”
I burst in tears. I told him about parable of The Prodigal Son. I also told him how precious he is to God.
Now, my colleague just told me that this kid just started attending church.