Last Saturday I received several pieces of mail from Compassion. I took a break and sat down to read my “Happy Mail”. The last letter was from 9-year old Godfrey in Uganda. The front page of the form letter told me about his village and community. I flipped the letter over and was stopped cold by this: Godfrey was writing to tell me that his mother had died in April. Tears immediately began to fall and I sat in silence clutching the letter praying and mourning for him. This little boy who is only 1 1/2 weeks younger than my daugher had already lost his father before I had began to write to him. Now he was an orphan. I wondered what illness had taken his mother’s life. Was is AIDS? Was it malaria? I will probably never know. I soon sat down and wrote him a letter. What do you say to someone so young who has lost so much? I told him that I loved him. I told him how sad I was. I reassured him that God knew how he was feel and the He loved him. I wrote scripture from Psalms. I made a “hug” to send him using my hand prints and sent a photo of me holding his “hug”. I placed it all in an envelope and held it tightly, prayed over it, and dropped it in the mail slot. As I left the post office I though of how it seemed insufficient. I wondered how it could ever be enough. God gently reminded me that it was. Even though all I had to offer was feebly written words, they were penned in love and written besides the unchangeable truth from God’s Word…and that made it enough. God reminded me of just how much power words have….both healing words and hurtful words. Proverbs 12:8 states that, “Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing” Word of encouragement to a child have great power. It’s why I have committed to writing to children all over the world. If I hadn’t been reminded of the importance of what I do as a Compassion advocate and correspondent by that point, God had one more reminder for me that day. As I pulled into the parking lot of my next destination, Audio Adrenaline’s “Kings & Queens” began playing. These lyrics came from my speakers.
Little hands, shoeless feet, lonely eyes looking back at me Will we leave behind the innocent too brief On their own, on the run when their lives have only begun These could be our daughters and our sons And just like a drum I can hear their hearts beating I know my God won’t let them be defeated Every child has a dream to belong and be loved
Break our hearts once again Help us to remember when We were only children hoping for a friend Won’t you look around these are the lives that the world has forgotten Waiting for doors of our hearts and our homes to open
Boys become kings, girls will be queens Wrapped in Your majesty When we love, when we love the least of these Then they will be brave and free Shout your name in victory When we love when we love the least of these
So to those people who saw someone at the farmer’s market wandering around with a tear-stained face, sorry, but I had just had a holy moment with my God. And to Godfrey…You may wonder how it’s possible that someone on the other side of the world who has only spoken to you in a handful of letters can love you so much. It’s because God placed you into my life and into my heart. We may never get to meet face to face, but I commit to continue to pray for you, and to write words of encouragement to you. I will keep your precious letter close. It will serve to be a reminder to me of the ministry that God has for me to do. I won’t let you down.