Elle shares an excerpt from her journal in Zimbabwe from July 2011.
This afternoon we went to see the Boys Home which is home to six young men who have lived on the streets, suffered abuse and/or have been abandoned by their families. When we entered, I met six of the best behaved and best looking youth I have ever met! Their names were Nelson, Brian, Sampson, Edmon, Becham and Shephard. Nelson is outgoing, charismatic and humorous. Brian, the youngest, is shy and reserved but with a great sense of humour. Sampson is an introvert but very smiley and often ‘called the others on’ to say or do things. Edmon, I would soon learn has a great passion for Christ and when he later sang and danced, he held himself with the confidence any grown man would be envious of. Becham was a fan of soccer and laughed all the time. Shephard, accurately named, is the alpha male of the group. He is confident, funny, outgoing, polite, personable and intelligent. I was blown away by the wittiness and wonderful sense of humor that they all had.
These were not a group of boys that you would ever imagine in a million years have lived what they have lived. Talk about resilience.
They sang for us, songs of worship. There was pure worship on their faces which was amazing to see, despite what they have suffered. One of the songs they sang had a verse of praising their mothers and fathers; this struck me. Most of them don’t have these people in their lives, and their memory of them is painful. Yet, they sang with such joy. Why?
Hear the boys sing for us
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For those with family strain, “family” often becomes who you make it. Thanks to The Meeting House in partnership with MCC and the incredible work of Bulawayo Baptist Church, these boys have found new mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers in each other. I cried because of the beauty of this.
The boys taught us how to play cricket. There was support for one another, combined with playful teasing. The first rule they told us was that you cannot cry if you get hit by the ball…that you just had to “walk it off.” They looked at one another and smiled–I smiled knowing there must’ve been times when they have had to support each other.
When we came inside, they said that today was a special day for them, as they did not often get visitors. They joked about various reasons why our group could not leave. I didn’t want to.
They are such amazing young men and I want to be a part of who they become…I want to see them grow and I want to see who they will become. I prayed they would receive the financial, emotional, spiritual and physical support that they require. Please continue to pray for these young men with me.
