Today did not start off very promising. Kelvin and Paul both stayed in the hotel today as they were not well.
How much would we be able to do with 2 people down - one of them the only guy with experience in what we are doing?
When we arrived Clayton was there waiting with coffee for us! What a GREAT guy!
We started ripping out the kitchen. It was much harder than we anticipated, and after 1/2 hour, my shirt and pants were soaking wet and the sweat was dripping down my face. It felt really like I was in a sauna where the temperature had been turned up to the max.
I felt good though good though to be doing the physical act of destroying everything about the 'old Rahab's House'. With each stike of the sledgehammer, I felt that I was striking a blow for those girls against their oppressors.
My first uncomfortable moment came today as I was wheeling more of the rubble out to the dump. A girl who could not have been more than 5 years old was sitting on her bike at the entrance, and as I went past, she blew me a kiss. In any other context, this would have been weird, that a stranger would do that. But in this situation, in this place, I was disgusted and embarrassed - and completely thrown off. How do I react to something like that. Anything that I could say to her would not have any lasting effect after I had gone - even if she could understand English.
I also wonder about all the young boys that are hanging around. What are they being groomed for? Are they pimps in training? Or is there a market for them in this place too?
I can only hope and pray that God has a plan for the New Rahab's House to rescue these children from a life of abuse and violence that is rampant in this place.
How much would we be able to do with 2 people down - one of them the only guy with experience in what we are doing?
When we arrived Clayton was there waiting with coffee for us! What a GREAT guy!
We started ripping out the kitchen. It was much harder than we anticipated, and after 1/2 hour, my shirt and pants were soaking wet and the sweat was dripping down my face. It felt really like I was in a sauna where the temperature had been turned up to the max.
I felt good though good though to be doing the physical act of destroying everything about the 'old Rahab's House'. With each stike of the sledgehammer, I felt that I was striking a blow for those girls against their oppressors.
My first uncomfortable moment came today as I was wheeling more of the rubble out to the dump. A girl who could not have been more than 5 years old was sitting on her bike at the entrance, and as I went past, she blew me a kiss. In any other context, this would have been weird, that a stranger would do that. But in this situation, in this place, I was disgusted and embarrassed - and completely thrown off. How do I react to something like that. Anything that I could say to her would not have any lasting effect after I had gone - even if she could understand English.
I also wonder about all the young boys that are hanging around. What are they being groomed for? Are they pimps in training? Or is there a market for them in this place too?
I can only hope and pray that God has a plan for the New Rahab's House to rescue these children from a life of abuse and violence that is rampant in this place.
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