After reading a sobering blog post yesterday commemorating a street boy who was killed a year ago in Honduras, my heart felt so heavy. I felt so broken for these boys that crime, drugs and gangs can seem like the only option, that they don't have families that love them, that they don't have hope. What also stood out in this post is that pride can keep them from seeking help, drives revenge that many desire, and ultimately keeps them from knowing the God who longs so deeply that they come into His arms and know His love, freedom and hope.
Immediately the faces of the boys I've gotten to know and love in Honduras played through my mind. I thought of the boys and the girl in these pictures who have left the orphanage and are now facing reality. Some have gotten jobs and for that I am grateful. Others are looking. Others I haven't heard from and I don't know. But my greatest prayer is not that they find a job, my greatest prayer which is also my greatest prayer for myself is that we would be humbled of our pride and simply come to the Father.
Oh dear Father, I pray with many tears for the souls of the youth of Honduras. Lord, for your name's sake, for your glory, I plead that you would be merciful to them. In your great compassion, awake their hearts, open their eyes, grant them repentance and saving faith that they might know you Lord. That they might know your love, your freedom, your hope in this life and that someday they might spend all eternity with you where there will be no more tears and no more pain. Lord, humble me that I might be a vessel not for my own glory but of your love to the least of these for the praise of your glorious name. In the precious and powerful name of Jesus, Amen.
