Our final night in Nepal was probably the hardest for me. In
fact, I selfishly thought, “I could have done without this last night.” Why? I
felt helpless, and broken.
Gajendra took us to a church in an area that is not
considered an official slum, yet the children were like the slum children. What
I mean is their parents are carpet factory workers, brick makers, and other
workers who made next to nothing after long days of work and lived in
conditions you could never imagine where we live. Some woke up each day
searching for work just to come home with nothing.
We arrived, parked on a dirt road, and had to walk down a
muddy alley to get to the church. The church looked like a dried mud building
that had two very small rooms. One was used as the church, and one was used for
a family who served as “watchmen” for the church. This is typically the case
for churches. They allow a family to live in a room that is behind, beside, or
a part of the church to keep watch over it.
Usually it is a very simple, small room without a “bathroom” or shower.
Before arriving we learned a little about the pastor from
Gajendra. The pastor and his wife are
volunteers for Awana Nepal. He used to pastor a different church, but decided
to break off and plant a brand new church in an area that needed it more. The
pastor found land, and started to build the church. He ran out of money, so he
sold his motorbike, the only form of transportation for the family.
The church has been up and running for close to a year
currently has ten believers/members, and thirty children on any given week with
sixty attending tution classes every night at the church. The pastor told us
that he is beginning to get discouraged but we quickly reminded him that the
parents will come. Keep on using the kids to reach their families.
As for the kids? Here are some of their stories.
This little girl was asleep on the floor when we walked in.
She was dead asleep. Nothing moved her. Kids would grab her and drag her out of
the way. Gajendra told us many kids barely have room to sleep and cannot rest
at home, so they stretch out in the
church and fall asleep exhausted. This particular girls parents are both HIV
positive. She hasn’t been tested, but odds are she possibly is, too. Her dad
passed away, and her mother remarried. Her stepdad then raped her sister who is
not much older than she is. It took a while for the little girl to share and
for the stepdad to get caught. But he did, and was finally put in jail. As far
as the little girl? She was “rescued” and taken from her family in order to
protect her.
As for this cutie, as soon as we walked in the door she put
a HUGE smile on her face and ran straight for me. She threw her arms completely
around me and held on tight. To be honest, I almost made myself pass out
holding the tears in as she held on to me. She had the most beautiful smile and
eyes. I know she is not smiling in this picture, and often the kids do not. But
she is beautiful. Her little belly reveals the malnourishment that she and many
of these kids face. She lives in the small room attached to the church building
with her mom. The humble room has one small “bed” and a small burner for a
stove. That’s it. Her father passed away not long before, and her mom has not
been able to find work. She leaves each day searching for a job, and sometimes
is able to make enough money for food. Her son was taken from her and put in an
orphan home because she could not provide for him. My heart sank. From what I
hear about the orphan homes in Nepal, I pray he was put in a good home. I am
hoping and praying that the mother will find work, be reunited with her son,
and not lose the only family she has left in this sweet, little girl.
The night we spent with this group was like any other night
in Nepal. We played games, sang songs, did a craft, passed out snacks, and told
them about Jesus. But this group was different. I felt like they grabbed my heart
and refuse to let go. I cannot get them out of my mind.
As we got back to Gajendra’s, Parker felt the same way. We
wanted to leave everything we had with them. We wanted to save the little girl
and her mom living in the church from a life of poverty. We wanted to give them
money. We wanted to find her big brother. We wanted to keep her from being put
in an orphan home.
I felt helpless.
They are just like many of the other people in Nepal that
have grabbed my heart.
They are poor; yet, rich. They are hungry; yet, filled. They
have little; yet, are content.
Why?
They are happy. They have joy. They have hope. They are
blessed.
But how can they be
blessed?
Because people like this pastor and his wife, who have very
little themselves, pour their hearts and lives into serving them. They have
loved them, cared for them, and taught them about Jesus and grace.
That’s it. They have
Jesus.
And they have realized, Jesus is all they need.
“Blessed are the poor
in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 5:3