I was so stuffed from lunch, I had a really good kebab wrap at a Turkish restaurant. It was Friday and all of us teachers and a family that lives out at the Village made a trip to San Pedro Sula to watch a movie and do a little shopping. It was a beautiful day; sunny and warm.
I was hoping for an ordinary day, but what I encountered that day was not.
After lunch, a bunch of us were walking to a store to get some stuff. That’s when I see him.
He was standing on the corner of the street when I saw him. He couldn’t be more than 10 years old, his clothes were filthy and he didn’t have any shoes on. There are lots of scars in his face; his hands were so dirty when he extended them out asking us for money. One of my friends gave him a bag of almonds; he immediately took it.
Unsure of what more that we could do, we slowly walked away. I walked about a few steps but then I stopped. I told my friends that I was going to get something and I would catch up. I turned around and walked toward the kid; he was eating the nuts that we gave him. I patted him on the shoulder and told him that I would be back. I saw across the street that there were several other kids as well, begging to the cars that stopped on the red light.
I ran back to the restaurant where we had lunch—several of my friends were still there. I told my friend—Beka to come with me; I told her about the kids that I just met and that I need her help translating.
We stopped at Dunkin Donuts and I got a box of 2 dozens donuts and a couple bottles of drinks. Then we quickly walked back to the place where I met the kid. When I got there, another kid saw us and quickly ran to us. She was about the same age as the boy that I saw, I told Beka to tell her in Spanish that her friends could come because we got some donuts for them. She immediately ran back to her friends across the street while both of us shouting “Cuidado!” over and over again because there were cars all over the streets. I must say that I was a bit nervous because my thought was, if she got hit by a car it would be my fault—I prayed a little.
Finally all of the kids came to us; there were 6 of them—all dirty and barefoot.
The moment I opened the donuts box, their eyes were glowing with excitement. I give the notion to them to go ahead and take some donuts. Without hesitation, each kid grabbed about 4-5 donuts and starting to shove them in their mouth. They thanked us for the donuts and then Beka asked the kids whether it’s okay for us to pray with them. They nodded their head, so we prayed right there.
We said goodbye to them and then we walked back to meet to rest of our friends. As I walked back, I was so distraught. I was heartbroken that those kids have to beg on the streets. I felt angry that I couldn’t do more to help and it seemed like people didn’t really care about these kids. I sensed hopelessness in that city and I started to doubt how God was going to make things right.
But I also know something, the reason that God has brought me to Honduras. God wants me to see things that break His heart. God wants to teach me about hope and grace. God wants to encourage me that all things that I’m doing is not in vain. God wants me to know that He is a loving God.
I praise God that He has blessed the 93 kids at Heart to Heart Children’s Village tremendously. Our kids don’t live on the streets anymore, and they don’t starve anymore. Our kids have a place to call home and a bed to sleep. Our kids can go to school and they get presents on Christmas. Our kids are not abandoned anymore—they are loved. Even though all of them came from a rough past, God is taking care of them and they are learning about Him and what He has done for them each day.
All of these happen because God is able and He changes people’s heart to love the least of these. It is said in the Bible that faith by itself, if it’s not accompanied by action is, dead. So it has become my prayer that more people will chose to help rather than closing their eyes.
Because just as God has loved us, we ought to love others also. So my question is; what is your “donuts” and who are your “street kids”?
What will you do about it?
From left to right: Christian, Jaffet, Luis, and Jonathan. These are some of the boys that live at the Children’s Village(it’s their funny pose!). They are wonderful kids, so full of energy and I love them dearly.
What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?