Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The last time I saw Mark in March, 2009, he was waving good-by from the cavernous opening of a nameless bus station in metro Manila, holding his papers and engulfing my heart with his sweet, sad eyes.
I had no idea that I would ever see him again.
But because of love and God, the united prayers of the POA, the untiring efforts of the Mallorys, and the selfless love of Nellie and her family and her church, I saw him coming home from school on the afternoon of June 23, 2010--happy, excited, well-fed, loved, and beaming with his new knowledge of God, salvation, acceptance, and destiny.
He is loved by so many. Nellie and her family have taken him in and love him as their own. The Mallorys feel as if he is a third son, and so do the Shocks. His birth family understand his bright future and his one prayer every day is for his mom, grandmother, and brothers and sisters to be saved.
He is getting medical attention, and is enrolled in a private Christian school. He has been filled with the Holy Ghost and baptized in Jesus name and says that he knows he wants to be a pastor when he grows up. His English is improving weekly and the sweet smile that captured us in the first place has not diminished.
It seems that others who may not have the best intentions are also interested in his future. It is impossible for me to be able to surround him and protect him from 10,000 miles away, but I know a God who can. Prayer can follow him where none of us can...so pray we will!
I can't rescue every underprivileged kid out there. But I can do my part to rescue one.
I wonder what would happen if we all just found one?