While I was preaching to the passing-by people, warning them not to ignore the cold and inhuman reality happening around the world before our eyes, a young girl who appeared as a homeless came to me with a cigarette in one of her hands. She asked, does Jesus love her? I affirmed her that Jesus loves her and many others. She told me that she does not believe so with a contemptuous expression on her face. She took a tract from me and wrecked it before my eyes and dropped it on the ground. She appeared to be angry on her face with a deep hurt inside of her and her eyes were wet with tears. I watched her reaction and knew that she must have a terrible experience in her life. She was beautiful and young. I knew not why she would be homeless at such young age.
With a calm voice, I started to confront her with the information on the slide. I told her, "look at this, there are 20,000 kids younger than you who died daily. There are 200- 300 million poor kids in India who live on the street right now like this boy in the picture. What do you think? Is this fair to them?" " No, it is unfair to them." " Are they not human being like us?" "No." " what do you say? Are you guilty if you can help but choose not to help?" She starred at my eyes and asked a counter question, " Are you guilty of not helping them? " "Yes, I am guilty too. This is one of the reasons of that I am standing here to hand out the tracts to help others to be aware of their terrible living conditions. You shall not wreck the tract." When I confessed what I could not do more to help them, my eyes were wet also as I had not done much better at this stage than her to help those kids. She bent to pick up the tract on the ground. I stretched my hand to take it over quietly as I saw that she did not know what to do. I continued to say to her, "We all are guilty if we care not about them. This world is evil and we shall do something together to stop this tragedy." She continued to star at my eyes. Probably, she saw the running tears in my eyes too. "Young girl, have faith in Jesus, for he will come to judge this world for all its evil doings. Have faith in Jesus, he will bless you." She walked away across the intersection quietly. I shouted to her back and affirmed her, "Remember, Jesus loves you. Have faith in him and he will bless you."
How much I would like to give her a warm huge like a father to warm up her broken heart. How much I would like to have some immediate solution to help her or bring her life back to normal. How much I would like to provide a sound safety for her so she may feel safe in this world then, her good inside of her can shine. I knew from her eyes that she has a good moral inside of her. Yet this world abused her and hurt her deeply and gave no chance for her goodness inside of her to shine. Oh, Father in Heaven, help her when she cries out to you. Forgive all her sins to make her be pure and clean. Strengthen her so she can overcome all the temptations and her weakness to live a better live and to glorify your name. May one day we will meet again somewhere or the same place and she will share what you have done in her life with me. I surely will rejoice with her in You. May that time, only one kid of joyful tears will run in all our eyes. I pray in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.