He arrived at GLA just a couple of weeks ago. He has been sick, but is now feeling better and has been cleared to go to the balcony for play time. I have the privilege of being assigned as his first volunteer.
James. Tiny James. He’s nearly a year old, but his body’s size doesn’t reflect his age. I’m obsessed with his little legs. With knees wider than his thighs, I can’t help myself but to rub the soft, loose skin on his legs. I wonder how long it will take to get some meat on his bones. Not long, I’m guessing.
Wide-eyed with a meek personality, he is a Matthew 25:40 example. The least of the least of these, even.
But James has hope. God brought him to GLA just in time. The viciousness of poverty has not destroyed this child. His belly will be fed, his body will grow. He will receive the medicine he needs to be healthy. Love and affection will flood his heart and mind; in this place of respite he will thrive. Then one day, the plan that God has for him will come to fruition. James will go to his new home where he will have abundant opportunities. But he will know the precious place he came from, a land that will continue to fight against the dark forces.
For the time being, he will live in this place – where the love of Jesus is shown in word and deed.