He had a blank look on his face, staring off in a different direction than the one he was walking. As our tuk-tuk got closer, I realized he was blind. And missing one leg. Hobbling on crutches, moan-chanting something I couldn’t understand.
A little boy walked in front of him. He might have been six, seven. He held a metal bowl, begging for money.
I felt a pang in my heart at their sad plight. What kind of hopelessness and despair does one feel when he’s blind and mangled, dependent on a little boy to beg for money for his food?
We see a lot of hard things in this place, this city. I don’t really know what to do with it all. I pray for people as I walk past them. I smile and sometimes wave.
I have yet to give to beggars (my heart says do it; my head says, “Will you be helping or hurting?”). But my Bible said (2 days ago when I was reading in the morning) to give to those who beg for money (I’ll look up the reference).
So I’m going to start giving. And praying/navigating my way through it.
As my eyes saw this man & boy and my heart turned to prayer, I noticed something I hadn’t before. And my heart lurched, sick.
The little boy had green rope, twine wrapped around his wrist, and it led from him to the man behind him, like a leash.
He was leading this man (his daddy?) like a dog, and it broke my heart in two. It hurt so much to think of how unfair this is, how wrong, how sad, how awful. It shouldn’t be. This shouldn’t ever be.
I only watched them for a few seconds total (we were driving past them and didn’t stop), but it seemed like a lifetime.
I prayed for them on the way to church. I thought of them while I sat in church. I think of (and pray for) them now. If I see them again, I will do something to help. Give, pray, touch, ask for healing.
Jesus, I want to be your hands and feet. I want to respond, to love like you would have, like you do. I need your help.. Please be near. Amen.