Have you ever seen a hungry child eat? I remember when Marvin came to our home for the first time and attacked his food. He had a serious determined face as he devoured food. I was concerned about the overwhelming amount he put into his bloated tummy. For months he ate like this. My friends Irene and George Lwanga are helping a family in terrible need. She arrived late in the morning and the children had not yet eaten, when she emptied the snacks from her diaper bag they scrambled for the crumbs and ate with animal instinct. Then she wrote to me for help.
It’s hard for me to complain that I work at my computer too many hours to get the necessary exercise that would prevent my jeans from feeling tight when I read about a little girl named Rachel who can barely get one meal a day to fill her tummy and she sleeps on the hard ground with a rumbling hungry tummy all night long.
The problems with my house being cluttered due to remodeling slips into a cloud when I think about how her little brother was born without an anus and the operation his mother had to bribe to get him was faulty and unsuccessful. The mom has five children under twelve, no support, no job, no money. What do I have to complain about today?
I’m missing my two college boys so much but I know where they are and I know they are capable of caring for themselves and they are safe. Rachel’s mom has sent her three older children deep into the village of rural Uganda to stay with relatives and there’s no way for her to know if they are ok or when she’ll see them again.
I lamented most of my summer because my horse was hurt and we couldn’t enjoy riding together. But then I imagine the heart ache of a mother holding her toddler son penniless and powerless to get him the medical treatment he needs, fearing and knowing this failure will cost him his life, well my first world problems feel self-indulgent. And I am ashamed.
The value of one life…a little guy barely able to talk… who knows if he will make it to his next birthday… what could he become? Who could he love? What kind of brother will he be? I can’t be overwhelmed with all the need in the world. If one little one needs help and I’m able to try and find it, I have to do something. I can’t live with myself if I do nothing.
Jesus hasn’t forgotten him. He has placed the boy’s condition into the radar of my compassion. I am wondering, maybe, together, all of us can respond in compassion and help him get his surgery. We could give him the chance to grow up and do some good in this world.
We’ll need to raise at least $1200 to help him get the proper medical treatment.
We are trying to arrange for little Rachel to live temporarily at Kirabo Seeds while her mother takes care of her brother. If you want to help this little boy have a chance at life, make a donation for Kirabo Seeds and note: save a life. Put facebook to good use and ask your friends to help this small child. This is a tax deductible donation.
Let us all celebrate as God puts compassion into the hearts of people all over the world to help a little boy in Uganda survive a birth defect. I think we can do this. I pray God will work through many to provide the necessary help for this child. ( Our organization will pay the hospital directly for the care, no money will pass into anyone’s hands and we’ll keep good receipts to show the flow of funds.)
You can email me directly for more information: firstname.lastname@example.org