We'd never been to a street ministry...until today. Three young Iris men, Glenda (a Brazilian volunteer visiting here from another ministry) & us drove to downtown Maputo, & pulled off into an alley. Over a cement wall we could see the correlated roofs, smoke rising and hear a pig snort occasionally. Six young kids, 4 young men & one older gentleman joined us on steps that seemed to go no where. After the Iris men sang & preached a little while, Glenda, Rog & I were asked to speak. What do you say??? I prayed & then talked about how God cared for them and so did I. Rog encouraged them to remember that God is with them so look to Him for strength. After a bit more singing, we gave each kid a balloon, Glenda had suckers for them and each got two loaves of bread.
I'd noticed the youngest girl...probably 2 or 3...had an oozing scrap on her knee and flies kept landing on it. So since Glenda speaks Portuguese, I gave her a clean cloth & bandaid so she could clean & protect the scrap. Of course, many of the kids then showed their wounds. Unfortunately I only had one more band aid.
It struck me that his street ministry was like a band aid. A tiny fix for the day. Perhaps it'll help heal a wound. Guess that's what I left there hoping!
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