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Published: October 20th 2009
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there are few details that I didn't include on couple of the past blogs that I wanted to simply add.
First: What broke my heart the most about Moni was that when I gave her my journal to draw pictures of after she told me about her brother leaving...one of the first things that she drew was a picture of a Hindu temple. This really broke my heart, but because here is this girl, crying, who needs some great hope in her life and she draws a picture of, what i consider, to be an image of oppression on the poor and suffering for centuries. People like Moni need Jesus. A church building needs to be the image they draw when they are in pain.
Second: The dying man in Kokata was only about 25 years old. I lay stroking a dying man's hair that is almost exactly my age. A single change in God's providence and I am that man dying, and he is the one with all the 'blessings'. It simply is not fair. I asked the nun about their stories but she did not know them exactly because they find them alone on the streets. She did tell me the most common story is that the men will do something to be excommunicated from their family and they are on their own. Then, they will get an injury or sick and nobody is there to help them. Their injury or sickness will overtake them causing them to have no hope for food...and no aid from others who care about them. There are none who care about them. So, they lay alone, dying, in the streets unable to even help themselves. Yeah, that happens in the world today.
I wish I could write more about that experience, but I have still yet to process. As I was talking to another foreigner a few days later about poverty in India I began to feel overwhelmed. The other person had never seen perfect despair before and told of poverty as if it was in a book. As she talked I could only see that mans face and tears began to surface. Fortunately, it was dark and I immediately ended the conversation. By no means am I meaning I am expert on poverty simply because I gave massages, food and water to the most desperate. I only gained humility.
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John Pewitt
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Amen brother, amen. Love you man and I love what you are doing. =) Don't give up.