I look into his eyes. What have they seen?
I look down at his hands. What was he made to
do? I look at the scars, and I wonder what stories
they could tell.
I look down at his hands. What was he made to
do? I look at the scars, and I wonder what stories
they could tell.
The things he was forced to do and experience at
the hands of the LRA are unspeakable to anyone
other than a chosen few. To repeat it to any average
person would almost be traumatizing – but these
children experienced it. They have lived through it.
And so many have already forgiven the very ones
who forced them to kill their own families.
the hands of the LRA are unspeakable to anyone
other than a chosen few. To repeat it to any average
person would almost be traumatizing – but these
children experienced it. They have lived through it.
And so many have already forgiven the very ones
who forced them to kill their own families.
Unimaginable.
“Here are two handkerchiefs. Both representing tear
catchers. Both reminding us that our tears are collected
in the bottle of our Creator. Our happy tears of hopes and
dreams as well as our sad tears of pain. They are both
equally important to Him.”
catchers. Both reminding us that our tears are collected
in the bottle of our Creator. Our happy tears of hopes and
dreams as well as our sad tears of pain. They are both
equally important to Him.”
I was inviting him to draw memories of his pain on one
handkerchief and to draw his dreams on the other. He
stared at them blankly, then looked up at me as his words
came slowly, “There is not enough room here for me to
draw all of my pain.”
handkerchief and to draw his dreams on the other. He
stared at them blankly, then looked up at me as his words
came slowly, “There is not enough room here for me to
draw all of my pain.”
This young man… this wise teacher is now mentoring,
loving, and teaching the very children he once abducted.
Love pours out of him and his very life sings like a poem
– speaking with the wisdom of Solomon and the rhyme
of David. I watch as he sits in extended moments of
silence thanking his Savior for small morsels of food.
I watch as he outwardly praises his Redeemer for the
tiny gifts he is given to feed the many orphaned
children in his home. The children he, by himself,
has taken in to care for.
Once a commander in Joseph Kony’s LRA army –
now a tender giver of the Grace that has been gifted
to him. He was saved for a reason. Perhaps, and in
part, as a testimony to power of Redemption. He is
a Peacemaker.
now a tender giver of the Grace that has been gifted
to him. He was saved for a reason. Perhaps, and in
part, as a testimony to power of Redemption. He is
a Peacemaker.
“I will sacrifice myself. I will sacrifice myself to take care
of her…” he says. I look in near disbelief of the extent to
which he believes in and lives out sacrificial love. I watch
as he lightly beats his chest over his heart, and he says it
again with diligence, “I will sacrifice myself.”
of her…” he says. I look in near disbelief of the extent to
which he believes in and lives out sacrificial love. I watch
as he lightly beats his chest over his heart, and he says it
again with diligence, “I will sacrifice myself.”
These words are spoken about a woman who was
tortured by the LRA so severely that she travels in and
out of mental instability. This day we had found her
lying in the dirt outside of her home. She was catatonic.
tortured by the LRA so severely that she travels in and
out of mental instability. This day we had found her
lying in the dirt outside of her home. She was catatonic.
“What kind of brutality did she live through to put her in
this state?” I wonder. But I don’t want to know. Not
today. So many stories of torture this week… I’m not
sure I can hear any more details and still be able sleep.
I do know this: The LRA attempted to gorge out her
left eye. It is now shaded over with grey and blue and
blindness. Her children have raised themselves and are
ostracized by the community because their mother is
known as “the crazy women” in the village. Thankfully,
four of her children are now sponsored- they have food,
education, and a safe place to live. The youngest girl was
born a few days after her mother, hemorrhaging, returned
from the bush. She is a miracle child… and her smile is
breathtaking! The mother’s name is Grace, and I believe
with all of my heart that she will be healed of her pain.
She will walk and be freed from this residue of brutality.
I believe that.
this state?” I wonder. But I don’t want to know. Not
today. So many stories of torture this week… I’m not
sure I can hear any more details and still be able sleep.
I do know this: The LRA attempted to gorge out her
left eye. It is now shaded over with grey and blue and
blindness. Her children have raised themselves and are
ostracized by the community because their mother is
known as “the crazy women” in the village. Thankfully,
four of her children are now sponsored- they have food,
education, and a safe place to live. The youngest girl was
born a few days after her mother, hemorrhaging, returned
from the bush. She is a miracle child… and her smile is
breathtaking! The mother’s name is Grace, and I believe
with all of my heart that she will be healed of her pain.
She will walk and be freed from this residue of brutality.
I believe that.
There are some things in life that you are not supposed to
survive, but you do.
survive, but you do.
There are some stories that could not be real,but they are.
Like stories of Forgiveness that are not human. Stories of
Redemption that are not often seen on this side of heaven.
But they are seen. They are not only seen, but they are lived.
Out loud. By children.
Redemption that are not often seen on this side of heaven.
But they are seen. They are not only seen, but they are lived.
Out loud. By children.
These are real lives and stories. Stories that belong to
children. Lived by children. Told by children. And they
will not stop with children – that is, they will not fail to
be heard. I will not let them.
children. Lived by children. Told by children. And they
will not stop with children – that is, they will not fail to
be heard. I will not let them.
“Yes. I sat with Kony. He has a witchdoctor who tells him
what to do. Then he will go and tell the commanders the
number of people who need to be killed. ‘We need 42 ears,’
or we need this many parts of the body. Then we were
forced to go and collect them. It didn’t matter if the people
were dead or alive. If we did not bring back the right
number, we were punished severely and others were
killed. But we were just children.”
what to do. Then he will go and tell the commanders the
number of people who need to be killed. ‘We need 42 ears,’
or we need this many parts of the body. Then we were
forced to go and collect them. It didn’t matter if the people
were dead or alive. If we did not bring back the right
number, we were punished severely and others were
killed. But we were just children.”
Sitting with these children. Crying with them. Praying with
them.
them.
I feel like I am in the presence of giants. Royalty.
To hear what they have experienced…. to listen to their
hearts for peace and forgiveness… to hold their hands
and know what those hands were forced to do. It is
beyond words.
hearts for peace and forgiveness… to hold their hands
and know what those hands were forced to do. It is
beyond words.
But there are words. Their stories must be told. Not just
their stories of survival. But their stories of life. There
must be a platform for those voices to be heard… an
avenue for their stories to be told.
their stories of survival. But their stories of life. There
must be a platform for those voices to be heard… an
avenue for their stories to be told.
I believe these children can and will change the world
with their stories of forgiveness and dreams for peace.
To not only survive the torture of rebels, but to be a
testimony of peace from their stories of war. I believe
that the forgiveness, love for peace and redemption
they breathe out by their lives is the testimony that
outweighs any evil they have experienced.
with their stories of forgiveness and dreams for peace.
To not only survive the torture of rebels, but to be a
testimony of peace from their stories of war. I believe
that the forgiveness, love for peace and redemption
they breathe out by their lives is the testimony that
outweighs any evil they have experienced.
I believe Kony will be stopped and that his victims –
these survivors – will sing of being saved.
these survivors – will sing of being saved.
I believe that the children the world almost breaks
will grow up to save it.
will grow up to save it.
And I will not stop believing.
Thank you for your support in helping us help
these children.
these children.
His, b.
Grace was taken to a hospital last week because
she was, again, in a catatonic state and was not
eating. Her care will be approximately $700.
You can donate directly for her care here.
she was, again, in a catatonic state and was not
eating. Her care will be approximately $700.
You can donate directly for her care here.