My sister, Debra, and her oldest daughter have gone on missionary trips to Honduras for the past two summers. They look forward to it... even though they will work for hours in the sweltering heat building houses for people they hardly know.
This past summer, my neice spent 3 weeks working side-by-side with people from all over North America in an effort to make a difference in the lives of a handful of people who live on a hill in a distant land that most folks don't spend much time thinking about. My sister could only take 2 weeks of vacation, so she couldn't spend as much time there as my neice, but since she cries nearly every day she's there, it's probably for the best.
You see, Honduras is not a particular pleasant place to live. Families live in conditions that most of us would find impossible to comprehend. Debra has seen children literally dig in a dump for scraps of food. In a way, I'm glad I have not gone on one of these missionary trips as I fear my heart would be left there. How could one watch a child digging for scraps of food and not be touched forever?
Before Debra left this past summer, I asked her to do me a favor. I asked her to use the money she'd otherwise spend on my birthday present to purchase something that she could take down with her to Honduras.
She bought a hammer.
It's such a small thing, really. A hammer. But put it in the hands of a seventeen year old and add a handful of nails and a few pieces of wood, and before long, you have part of a roof.
That roof covers the bodies of people just like you and me. They deserve to have shelter - a place to call home.
Unfortunately, many of the children in the area where this mission is are not taken care of by their own families. I read a newsletter last month by the lady who runs this mission area and she reported that some [children] have been abused, raped and neglected. They run the streets at such tender ages it tugs at the heart. One young girl, aged 10, has been repeatedly raped and abused. She is mentally disabled and has no home. Her 6 year old sister tries to care for her, but she, too, has been horribly neglected - and likely sexually abused, too.
This Christmas, I have asked my parents and my in-laws to forego presents for me and send the money to this mission. The mission will purchase beds for a shelter that was built earlier this summer for children just like the ones mentioned above. What may be donated may not be enough to buy a lot of beds - or perhaps even one bed - but it's a start. This holiday season, my list of wants is inconsequential.
There isn't anything I need that trumps a bed for a child.
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P.O. Box 9222
Columbus, MS 39705
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