By Vanita Joines
Most of these kids were adopted out into homes that then eventually gave them up so there is a lot of hurt and pain.
I sat in the car nodding my head and listening intently to the woman explaining where she was taking me.
I was traveling with CTI Music Ministries as a musician, and we were performing that day at a boys and girls camp/school for troubled and orphaned kids. I was shocked to hear of the majority of their situations. The woman talked for a while longer about how she had come to work at the school and the work they did there. Basically they took unwanted children and gave them a place to call home, an education but most of all a hope for the future.
We pulled up onto the campus and I went to meet the rest of my team. We set up for a concert, sound checked and tried to prepare ourselves for the kids we were about to minister to. They started to trickle in and then in a matter of minutes we were encompassed by kids. Laughing, sitting silently, arms folded, hugging, eyeing us with wariness.
At that moment I was scared. I was scared because, up until this point I had never meant these children before, so I had an excuse for not caring. I didnt want to care. I didnt want to see their plight or the pain in their eyes. I didnt want to acknowledge the awful things that happened in their lives. I knew I couldnt make a difference in one song I sang or played, so why bother?
I went into my year with CTI with a large dose of optimism and an even larger dose of naivete. I wanted to touch peoples lives. I wanted to impact their hearts for Christ. So why, when face to face with a situation that called for both of those passions, was I rethinking my availability.
A lot of times, Christians, in order to disguise the fact that theyre too scared to make a difference, will say things like, Oh yeah, kids arent really my thing so I dont really want to invest in this ministry, or, Yeah my heart is for America, so I dont get involved with foreign missions. God knows I have done this many many times.
Im not going to lie and say that my heart was filled with warm “mushy gushies” or that I was the best example of Jesus to those children. I will, however, confess that I struggle with caring. I have a hard time investing. Yeah, Im full of big speeches about making a difference and loving on people, but I fail constantly.
Those kids were quite the group – lively, talkative, sweet. Im so privileged to have met them. Im also yoked with a responsibility to never forget them, to tell their stories over and over, to help the plight of orphans, but most of all to care.
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