Then walked in…

 

The other day, we met a child who calls You Father. He shared his life story with us.
He came to tell us how You showed up at he nick of time. He touched our hearts with what he said.
We felt his brokenness, as he spoke of his childhood - of a home broken by an alcoholic father and a mother who protected him, his brothers and sisters at all costs. It broke our hearts, because he seemed so innocent. Standing there with his eyes closed… Behind those closed eyelids, I am certain, were tears as he recalled the pain of losing his mother.
He spoke of how he rand away from home several times to escape being beaten up by his drunk father. How he spend nights under a bus stand. Being homeless and in want of a mother’s love and being sent away to live in a boy’s home.
We heard the pain in his voice as it broke when he recalled the times, the other boys’ mothers would visit and he would think to himself… if only… amma was here for me.

His pain was so real as he relived chapter by chapter of his excruciating memories and then he said With a twinkle in his eyes, then … Jesus walked in. His voice broke when he introduced You to us. It was a deep, the appreciation which rose from the deepest place in his heart for You.

In the midst of his turmoil…
The chaos of the uncertain ,
The pain of reality…
In the darkened void of his lonely heart …
he said with profound joy
Then walked in… Jesus.