A Hero’s Welcome Given by Heroes
As I approached my first Compassion International project visit yesterday, I had no idea how it would go. I’ve heard from our trip leader that each one is so different, depending on the country staff who run the project, that there’s really no way to give us a definite idea how each project will be.
Well… yesterday’s welcome set the bar pretty high.
I got off the bus and there was joyful music playing and children lined up, gauntlet-fashion, on both sides of the church. A young boy approached me (one of the guys on the left there) and escorted me into the building and to my seat. I felt like the stinking prom queen!
You see, this project is in a very rough neighborhood, overrun with gang activity and violence. Many of the children’s parents are involved in gangs or drugs or alcohol. And this particular project has been in operation for five years and never had a visitor from the outside—no sponsor visits, no other Compassion tours, nothing! This was the moment they’d been dreaming of and planning for for five years!
As I walked down their man-made aisle (literally!), I thought my face would break from smiling. My eyes immediately filled with tears and I just tried to record that moment in my brain and heart.
We were entertained with traditional El Salvadoran dances.
Scripture was read over us by one of the children, one who became very dear to our team members who visited his home later in the day.
They sang for us in their sweet little voices. And they sang LOUD! It was awesome.
And… they prayed for us. They prayed for us. All the children gathered around us and squeezed in like an anaconda. I had a gaggle of giggling girls at my waist, whispering to me about “tus ojos” (your eyes), because they rarely see green-eyed people. They were seriously all sweetness and I wanted to extend my go-go-gadget arms to get around all of them at once.
They spent the entire morning blessing us. I was stunned and overwhelmed all morning. Here they are with nothing. Here they are working seven days a week with these children. Here they are going on home visit after home visit into the drug-infested neighborhoods. And treating us like we’re heroes???
I think we all know who the real heroes are.
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