Meet A Family Living in Korah

Family in KorahIn the last post you saw some of the faces of Korah, you read the stats about there being 100,000+ people living in this place, mostly surviving by living off food found in the dump or by begging in the streets. Some do have jobs, and work hard to make what would be the equivalent of 1.00 per day here in America.

While we were visiting Korah in April 2010 we met a family. It was the first home we visited to deliver coal and food to, while we were on our journey. As we walked up to the home there was a young man sitting outside, his partially amputated legs covered in sores, were splayed in front of him, his toddler son was playing next to him.

We were invited to come speak to him and hear about his story. I had been at the back of the group because I had stopped to play with some children.

As I walked up a translator stuck his head out of the door of the home and asked if anyone wanted to come in and meet his wife. I followed him into a room that was about 9×9 and felt like it was 150 degrees. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw a tiny young woman sitting on what I guessed was a bed. She was holding a bundle in her arms. The look in her eyes is one that I cannot was full of despair and sadness. I walked right over to her, sat down next to her and put my arms around her. Apparently not paying enough attention to my surroundings because I caused a panic among the others as my skirt settled in her cooking fire. (No damage was done)Woman in the Village of Korah

As I sat next to her and looked down at the bundle I was greeted by 2 beautiful ebony eyes staring back at me. It was a 1 month old baby girl named Helen. Helen was perfect, her skin was smooth, her eyes shiny and bright, she had perfect little bow lips. I looked back up into the eyes of her mother and was lost.

What was her story? What had her past been? I asked the translators how she was doing, and she replied with ‘Fine’,in barely a whisper. I asked again. She said “I am sick”.

I didn’t push it, Ethiopians are very private people, and she didn’t know me, I wanted to respect her.

Children in the Leper Colony in EthiopiaI wanted to both run as far as I could… and sit there with her for hours… I couldn’t decide… so I prayed. The translators didn’t translate, I just held her and prayed out loud. I don’t know what I said… probably made no sense but I needed to lift her to the feet of Jesus. I don’t know if she’s a believer, and it doesn’t matter.

I found out just today that Dino was involved in an altercation over some begging property and is in jail. I do not know the story. I don’t know they why or the how. All I know is that these children and his wife are now without income or support. Begging was the only means he had to support his family. As you can see both Dino and his wife are amputees. They have extra strikes against them in a society that already believes them to be unworthy.

Family with amputated legs at the Leper ColonyOur team will visit them again in June. We will be bringing food and coal, and we are praying to be able to bring extra money as well, to help offset the cost of living for them. We know this is only a drop in the bucket. There are thousands of stories just like this one. But for this family we hope to make a difference.

For this family we hope to bring some hope.

My next post will have information about how you can be part of the team and help us make a difference in this family’s life.

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