by Jennifer Dickinson
Saturday, August 23rd, 2008
We spent the morning working at the Entoto project--spending time with the children who live up on the mountain. They are bussed down on Saturday morning for classes.
I sat in with a class of 10 year olds. They were discussing a passage of Matthew about worry and were telling their teacher what worries them. The teacher was a baby-faced guy in his twenties and he translated for me.
One little girl hid her face when he asked her to tell him her concerns. She had pigtails and a sweet, shy smile. When I asked him why she was doing this, he said, “She is embarrassed because she doesn’t know English and wishes she could speak English to you.” I told him to tell her not to be embarrassed. After he translated what I said, she came over to me, and he said, “She would like to sing for you.” In a small, quiet voice, she sang “Twinkle, twinkle little star.” Another little boy at the table told the teacher that when he closes his eyes at night he sees horror. His mother is very sick and he is worried she will die. I told them I would continue praying for them when I got back to the US.
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