One cannot help but notice the differnt doors in Xela. Some old with chipped paint; bright colors; natural colors, but each open up to a world of their own...a home, a store, an abandoned lot,a restaurant, a coffee shop. We''ve entered many doorways in the past 4 weeks; however, 2 in particular stay fresh in my mind.
1. El Dormitorio: an old, simple door; easy to miss...but if you venture insied, you will find a place of rest and acceptance for people from the street. Don Marco Antonio and Dona Maria have been opening their hearts and lives to each child that passes through their door for 30+ years. They provide a bed, food, prayer, scripture for the night. More than 800 street kids have entered this door, uaware that inside they would encounter the refreshing and peaceful love of God and friends - a huge contrast to their harsh daily reality on the street. I too have felt this love and am grateful for this door, this place of agua fresca (fresh water) for my friends. We visit the dormitorio - offering a listening ear; hlep with schoolwork (currently only one of the kids is studying); a prayer; a scripture verse. This is a place rarely visited by outsiders. We feel honored each time we pass through this door and find the smiles of friends on the inside.
2. La Cafeteria: Food - a daily necessity. As we hang out on the streets, many of the kids have not eaten all day. There are tons of places to share a meal with them -- as you enter into their world, you discover the cafeteria. The cafeteria is a simple, welcoming place where old ladies greet you with a smile and offer you a bowl of warm soup, rice and atol (a hot porridge made from corn and/or rice). Here you can buy a meal for $1 compared to the $2+ at other places. There are large, long tables with benches where everyone sits and in a sense shares a meal together.
The other day I ate at the cafeteria with my teammates Karla and Kelly as well as Edwin, my friend from the streets. As he drank his atol and ate his ham and cheese sandwich, we learned more about his life.....At the age of 6 (now age 13), Edwin began accompanying his blind grandfather, Don Pedro, to Xela. Edwin's family lives in Toto, about an hour bus ride from Xela. Each day, they make the trip - Don Pedro spends the day kneeling on the sidewalk with his cane as a prop, relying on man's goodwill to give him diezmos (offerings). As each coin drops, Don Pedro speaks God's blessing over each person. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven". Meanwhile, Edwin shines shoes in the central park and keeps his eye on his grandfather. (I told Edwin that his grandfather is blessed to have him around to care for him. ) There is an older gentleman, Pedro, who has befriended Edwin an dlets him use his chair and shoe shine box when he solicts customers (Edwin cannot afford his own supplies). At 4:00 pm, Don Pedro and Edwin catch the bus back home in time for Edwin to go to night school (he's in 3rd grade, about 3 grades behind where he should be for his age). As we finish our atol, I sense that I have been filled by something much deeper than physical food. My soul has been touched and filled with humility, compassion and gratitude. Edwin's smile, his story and the atmosphere of the cafeteria his impacted me in a profound way. I'm glad I walked through this doorway.
1. El Dormitorio: an old, simple door; easy to miss...but if you venture insied, you will find a place of rest and acceptance for people from the street. Don Marco Antonio and Dona Maria have been opening their hearts and lives to each child that passes through their door for 30+ years. They provide a bed, food, prayer, scripture for the night. More than 800 street kids have entered this door, uaware that inside they would encounter the refreshing and peaceful love of God and friends - a huge contrast to their harsh daily reality on the street. I too have felt this love and am grateful for this door, this place of agua fresca (fresh water) for my friends. We visit the dormitorio - offering a listening ear; hlep with schoolwork (currently only one of the kids is studying); a prayer; a scripture verse. This is a place rarely visited by outsiders. We feel honored each time we pass through this door and find the smiles of friends on the inside.
2. La Cafeteria: Food - a daily necessity. As we hang out on the streets, many of the kids have not eaten all day. There are tons of places to share a meal with them -- as you enter into their world, you discover the cafeteria. The cafeteria is a simple, welcoming place where old ladies greet you with a smile and offer you a bowl of warm soup, rice and atol (a hot porridge made from corn and/or rice). Here you can buy a meal for $1 compared to the $2+ at other places. There are large, long tables with benches where everyone sits and in a sense shares a meal together.
The other day I ate at the cafeteria with my teammates Karla and Kelly as well as Edwin, my friend from the streets. As he drank his atol and ate his ham and cheese sandwich, we learned more about his life.....At the age of 6 (now age 13), Edwin began accompanying his blind grandfather, Don Pedro, to Xela. Edwin's family lives in Toto, about an hour bus ride from Xela. Each day, they make the trip - Don Pedro spends the day kneeling on the sidewalk with his cane as a prop, relying on man's goodwill to give him diezmos (offerings). As each coin drops, Don Pedro speaks God's blessing over each person. "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven". Meanwhile, Edwin shines shoes in the central park and keeps his eye on his grandfather. (I told Edwin that his grandfather is blessed to have him around to care for him. ) There is an older gentleman, Pedro, who has befriended Edwin an dlets him use his chair and shoe shine box when he solicts customers (Edwin cannot afford his own supplies). At 4:00 pm, Don Pedro and Edwin catch the bus back home in time for Edwin to go to night school (he's in 3rd grade, about 3 grades behind where he should be for his age). As we finish our atol, I sense that I have been filled by something much deeper than physical food. My soul has been touched and filled with humility, compassion and gratitude. Edwin's smile, his story and the atmosphere of the cafeteria his impacted me in a profound way. I'm glad I walked through this doorway.
No comments:
Post a Comment