The program is full. No spots available. No more room. Lock up the manger, Joseph. No more room.

   Yeah, right.

      Today I met Meshak --- or at least the frame of him. AIDS has sabotaged his body leaving him a skeletal shadow of what he no doubt used to be. His wife has already died from AIDS leaving him with four daughters . . . a 15 year old, an 11 year old (Christine) and two twin daughters aged 9 (Rhoda and Rael.) Rhoda & Rael came over today too. Their clothes were tattered, unwashed. You could see the struggle of their lives written all over their precious faces. Just earlier this week we had admitted three more youngsters into the program when the program was already full. More on them later, but one was a small boy whose dad had died a few weeks before he was born, his mom was missing and his Uncle who had fed him died last week. The boy didn’t even have a name. He is nearly three. We took both him and his older 4-year-old brother, Brian, immediately into the program and they traveled a few hours to reach us all the way from Kakamega. Brian had already adopted “fatherly” tendencies toward his younger brother. AT 4 years of age.

 

     Anyhow, today was no different. I couldn’t turn Rael nor Rhoda away. Could you? I will just need to work harder. To try harder. To seek God more on behalf of those in need. Their father, Meshak, carried his ARV’s with him, that’s how bad off he is. He says he doesn’t go anywhere without them now as his blood levels dipped to 125 just a few months ago. Can you imagine watching your mom die slowly and then your dad? And knowing there is no future for you except maybe to be mis-used on the street or turned into child-labor somewhere? That’s Africa.

       Yes, the program is full. But God’s heart isn’t. Pray with me that God will raise up sponsors for these latest few added into the program.