Helpless...
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Have been 'avoiding' reading a book on Amy Carmichael (mission in India for 56 years). Picked up the book four hours ago and finished it with tears in my eyes as parts of the book brought back memories of how little the orphans in India had and how helpless the team felt when all we could offer were a couple hours of laugh, hugs and prayers.
Her description of an orphanage she saw in 1905 is heartbreakingly similar to one we visited in 2008 -'Their overcrowded nurseries were simple enough, little more than mud-brick walls with thatched roofs. Furnishings were grass-mat beds and plain cupboards for the few belongings.' I prayed that the situation would improved by the next hundred years and no child will ever have to grow up in such conditions.Another part where an abused girl plead -'Don't let me go back to the dark, please, Lord! Oh, let me live in the light!" bought flashbacks from a tsunami orphanage (a home for boys who lost their entire family). There was a young child, about 10 years old or so... who was praying so fervently that tears were streaming down his face. I will never know what he was praying for and how he is doing now, all I can do is pray that he's still living in the light ...