I’d been in churches and been a Christian myself for years and years and then I met an actual Christian. He was leading a team running an orphanage in east Europe. He’d sold his house so that he could start and fund the place and rescue kids from the sewers, prostitution and heroine. The kids there were happy and healthy and played around him like he was some father abraham. He and his team would go out at night to rescue the kids from living in the drains. He told us about an 11 year old boy who he had warned repeatedly (the kids were legally free to leave) and who they had found just a few nights ago dead in a sewer from a drug overdose. He wept bitterly at all the things he thought he could have done better.
I’d been in churches and been a Christian myself for years and years and then I met an actual Christian. He was leading a team running an orphanage in east Europe. He’d sold his house so that he could start and fund the place and rescue kids from the sewers, prostitution and heroine. The kids there were happy and healthy and played around him like he was some father abraham. He and his team would go out at night to rescue the kids from living in the drains. He told us about an 11 year old boy who he had warned repeatedly (the kids were legally free to leave) and who they had found just a few nights ago dead in a sewer from a drug overdose. He wept bitterly at all the things he thought he could have done better.