I am just a vessel, broken and useable for Jesus Christ, my High King, who is so good to use me for His purpose and glory. "Hath not the potter power over the clay...?" ~ Romans 9:21

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

When Helping Hurts


Today after Amharic school, I walked to a corner café called The Coffee Shop. My friends and I will often eat lunch there before or after work because it is close to Kore. I chose a table outside by the railing to enjoy the breeze. I ate alone today, listening to praise songs on my ipod as I scooped up sheep meat in my hand with soggy injera. They always give too much injera, and when the meat was gone, two oil sopped rolls were left on my plate. I rose to go wash my hands in the little sink in the back. When I returned to pay, I saw a haggard looking man standing on the ground below staring at my table. His eyes were wide, bulging, and desperate. His greasy hair sprung out from under an old filthy cap, and his face resembled that of an un-mowed lawn of burned grass. The jacket he wore had surely not left his body for the past twenty years, nor his pants for that matter. In his hands he held out a piece of flat cardboard. There was a small pile of the like on the ground, from whence I’m sure he claimed it. He hollered brashly at the waiter, who looked disgusted to be communicating with him at all. Then the waiter picked up the plate I’d left, and slid the oily rolls of injera onto the man’s awaiting cardboard. His hands retreated, folded the cardboard, tucked it under his arm, and tramped away. I swallowed hard and took my seat. I never get used to seeing hungry people. Especially when those hungry people are eating things I have wasted.

                There are countless vagrants on the street here. The sit in the street with their deformity, wound, or hungry baby displayed. They cut me off on the path as I walk, telling me why I must give them money. They thrust their cracked, withered hands through window in the taxi where I sit, staring boldly into my eyes. They have no pride, no concept of worth as a human being. Last week I passed a man on the street lying on his side with legs and no arms. Yesterday I stepped over a man’s swollen leg, covered in sores. I want to help them all. I want to treat every wound, hold every hand, and give every beggar 100 birr. But I can’t. I cannot unfold a suitcase of medicine in the street, nor do I have the resources to care for every person that would line up if I did. 100 birr won’t help that beggar. He needs a job. It is so easy for us American missionaries to walk in and want to instantly solve the issues presented. They are dramatic issues, and we are from a culture that preaches instant gratification. Fix it fast. Fix it now. But so often we put a band-aid on a corpse. I am not here to give out band-aids.
 

I pray, “Oh God, show me when helping hurts.”

 I am anxious to share the Gospel with these beggars. I want to sit beside them on the street and tell them of a God who hears their cries for help, who has the ultimate solution. Please pray for my language to come quickly, that I may do so. Amharic school is going well, and submersion is certainly convenient. But I am praying that the Lord will give me the language as a gift, that I may share the hopeful news of salvation with them. I pray for my patients in the clinic in English, but want to pray with them in their own tongue so they can understand. Please pray for me in this area.

The rainy season has closed, and now we have sun every day. Every Ethiopian is relieved. Personally, I miss the rain…. The children are doing well in school. We will soon be distributing their first batch of monthly supplies: soap, exercise books, etc… I can’t believe they’ve already been in school for a whole month. Time is like a locomotive.

I turned 21 last Saturday. Everybody raise your glass! Nobody panic. Just kidding. My friends threw me a surprise birthday party, showered me with gifts, and took me out for dinner. Thank you everyone for all the birthday messages, cards, and calls! I had a great day. Not many kiddos get to spend their 21st birthday in Africa.
 
I never did prefer to be like everyone else…..

 

 

1 comment:

  1. Hi Kayla. You are such an inspiration to us. It is impossible to help everyone but then again, nothing is impossible with God. Praying that your language skills kick into turbo soon so you can share the Gospel like crazy! Keep trusting Him... He's got all the answers. Even if you stop and help one person a day... God will reward you... Thank you for being a willing servant for the Lord... praying for you and your ministry! Luke 1:37

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