Christmas where we live is a time of hope, joy, and giving. But in the devastated slums of North Africa, where we met Ehlas and her 6 children, it’s just another day to survive.
Badr has a scar that runs from the corner of his eye all the way down to his mouth: a poignant reminder that he was left in a public trash bin to die or be eaten by stray animals.
As I arrived in North Africa, that was the first question that I asked. I desired to help people that were in need, but were not sure how I could best help.
How marvellous is His love - that while having emergency angioplasty for heart attack, I could, like the venerable John Wesley, feel my heart “strangely warmed” by God’s faithful promises in scripture.
For those who desire change and transformation humbling yourself before God through fasting is a good place to start. His power can be released in and through you by the enabling of the Holy Spirit.
Turning to one of our Hope for MENA volunteer, a nurse, I asked him to check on Mark's wound. It was by God's grace that he provided us with a nurse who came prepared with a medical bag.
As we walk away from garbage city we silently watch some children learning to ride the donkeys. Our hearts are full and some of the hope in garbage city has rubbed off onto us.