On this day of intentional thankfulness, my mind is set on things in ways far different than ever before. In the few weeks following my season in Kenya — and from one of the most profound experiences of my entire life — the things I am grateful for have come into clearer and more meaningful focus. While I strive to live a life of gratitude and optimism, and believe I succeed in this desire most days, this year as I give thanks, I am also mindful of and grateful for others that were not in my life at this time last year. In this post, I am desiring to share thanks on behalf of these dear ones as I believe they would want to if they were able to do so themselves.
Perhaps you’ve been following my recent journey as I have taken what most call “courageous” steps toward a redirected life. While I agree my decision to leave the security of my corporate career for full time ministry is the biggest leap of faith I have ever taken, I don’t call it courage…I call it obedience. But whatever it is called, I know it was right. Perhaps, even, you are growing weary of hearing about it…or seeing me post about it…or asking for your help. While I pray this is not the case, I am not deterred. Why? Because while knowing that you felt that way would certainly be discouraging, there is something unrelenting in my spirit as I seek on behalf of others, especially those who are most vulnerable and in desperate, life-or-death need. Surely, there are many who can be described as vulnerable and in need. Surely, we should all be looking — rather, be willing to see — those put into our paths, so that we can stand in the gap for those who need such help the most. Surely, there are others who are advocating for others, as I am.
For me, God has firmly and unexpectedly opened my eyes to see those I am called to help in my path. In my view are the ‘abandoned, unseen homeless street orphans’ of Kitale, Kenya and a cherished eight boys who will no longer only be known by such a dreadful yet applicable moniker. What has come to life before my very eyes — what I had the incredible privilege to do while in Kenya — is described this way in Scripture:
Defend the rights of the poor and the orphans; be fair to the needy and the helpless. Psalm 82:3 (GNT)
So it is today, on this American day of Thanksgiving, that I give thanks for these eight, and on behalf of these eight – Junior, Joseph, Arafat, Meschach, Davis, Joshua, Ibrahim and Mike. These are not just any boys now; these are my boys now. And they are the boys of a team of dedicated, loving people both in Kenya and here in the states.
If the boys could tell you something themselves, I’m pretty certain they would say that just mere weeks ago, they were frightened…heartbroken…hungry and cold. Further, they would share that they never believed that they’d ever know life to be any different from the destitution and hopelessness of a life on the streets; to freedom from the compulsion to sniff glue to the point of unconsciousness to ease their hunger, pain and loneliness. I think they would also laugh as they say that even if they ever did dream of such help coming to them, they would have never imagined it coming through the hands of a mzungu (white person) from the United States who would not stop hugging them, nor one so unable to stop the tears from seeping from her eyes when she had to say goodbye to them. Nor did this mzungu ever imagine being so humbly honored to be called as the hands and feet of God for these precious ones!
The boys would tell you that now, their lives are so blessed. They live in a simple but comfortable home where they sleep in a warm bed every night. They are loved by an amazing guardian family who have taken them in and love them as their own. They eat fresh food daily. They go to school and church. They love to play soccer in the nearby field, to laugh and play karate games. They know what it feels like to feel real joy now, as they no longer have to hold their breath, dig through garbage or beg for money to eat; nor rely on glue to help them escape their reality. Because today, their reality is so good. So for all of this, they would say thank you. And to many of you, their personal thanks are so deserved, because it is through your generosity that we were able to perform what they will always describe as a miracle in their lives – the day that they were rescued from the street as nobodies and are now known as part of this beautiful family that now calls Upendo Home their home. They would say that their lives are living proof of Psalm 68:6 in action:
God makes homes for the homeless (MSG) and settles the lonely in families (NIV)
Many of us have mostly known a life of ease and comfort. Sure, we have our problems, but in comparison to what these dear ones have known – and the desperation that so many still live out as a daily reality – our problems will only ever pale in comparison. Are we meant to feel guilty for being so blessed? I say no! But I do believe we are meant to look beyond our own blessings to see –really see — those who so desperately need our help, and take action to do something about it.
So in addition to ministering to God’s daughters as I have for the past few years, God has also called me to stand in the gap for these precious children. Those in Upendo Home and those who are still hopeful that I will return and help them too. And I must. And I will. But as I have said before, I cannot do this alone and I do not believe I am meant to. The fact is, that in the United States, we have a wealth of resources, both individually and corporately. We have the means to change the lives of many, and many of us are already working hard to do that. To that, I say bravo! But I believe we can generally do more. It is for this reason I will continue to share my plea. I hope you will remain a part of this journey. And if you’re ready to step onto the path I now share with these precious ones, kindly let me know — there are several ways you can help, not all of them financial. If you are able to help with a donation, you can do so either via PayPal to firstname.lastname@example.org or via our open Indiegogo fundraiser. Blessings to you.