Maria, one of the women our activistas see in Project Life and Tessa Grace nutrition program. |
Maria with some of her grandchildren. They eat the masa right out of the pot. |
Her name is Maria. She is a grandma just like me. That is where the blessings we have in common stop.
I have a nice house in a clean and quiet small town in Wyoming. Her mud house is barely able to stand on its own in Mafarinha, a place that beats the drums of the witch doctor above the noise of the hundreds that crowd the bairro. My husband has a pension that he receives from his former good job with UPS. She has no husband, no job, no income. I made homemade pizza last night; she eats pounded corn as a mush for her daily meal. My guests sat at a long table with chairs in an adequate dining room. She has only yellow buckets for hauling water to sit on. I cooked my pizza in a gas oven (blessed to have gas because my electricity was out). She cooks her masa over an open fire from sticks scavenged from wherever she can find them. I have six children who have great jobs and live in security and peace. She had eight children. Only one is still alive.
Yet Maria cares for the grandchildren that her dead children left behind. These are the blessings she has left and she fiercely holds on to them in her fight against poverty. And her poverty goes deeper. Maria did not grow up knowing Jesus. She never heard that there is more to life than poverty….physical or spiritual.
Dear Maria….you are the reason I am here. God has asked me to share my wealth. And my wealth starts in my heart. Let me introduce you to Jesus…
(Maria is one of the women we help in Project Life and the Tessa Grace nutrition program. We are so thankful for those that give to these ministries and allow us to bring Jesus to the poor.)
Some of the women in our Mafarinha Bible study last week. |
Of all of the work we do, nothing compares to the opportunity to share God's plan of salvation. |
We had two dedications yesterday. This dedication started as the sun was just waking up....so was I for that matter. |
Jerimias, the recipient of this Green Door house had a few words of his own. He wrote a poem.....I have translated it as he of course wrote it in Portuguese. (Hope I translated it right!) Jerimias' story is that he used to be an alcoholic. He moved to Dondo and found Jesus. He wanted to stay in Dondo where he could be with his Christian brothers and sisters but he needed a home for his wife and family. A donor read his story at http://www.childrensrelief.org/greendoor/ and now he and his family are together. |
Born again is to have hope
And have joy
And have the peace to start over
and live a new walk.
It is being rescued
By a friend's hand
From someone who loves me
And is always with me
And full of happiness
To start over, like the prodigal son
who returned home.
Start over and have the heart to party
It is to be born again of emotion
And live as free as a bird in the air
Singing a new song.
It is to get rid of the heavy burden of sin and turbulence
Which makes us feel useless, despised,
And look at Calvary, the narrow path
Which makes us feel useful and loved.
Reborn and seek and receive
Support at the right time
And do as a child
Who keeps on the path
Safe in the hand of the father
Extended to him.
Born again is start all over again!
Born again is to live.
What is this mommy? I haven't seen one of these before...is it edible? |
Girls hanging out at the dedication waiting for the cookies. |
It is fun giving these kids a treat. I worry a bit about the sugar and their teeth....but only for a few seconds. :-) |
This grandma is so happy to receive her home. Melody is handing her the key. Baptista and his siblings and grandma now have a safe place to live. |
I love children...it doesn't matter where they are...rich..poor...black or white. They are God's reminder of His tender heart. |