Hunger is not Polite.

Liberia, West Africa

I held Jesus in my arms today...

He took the form of a 3 year old girl. Her family walked to Liberia from another country in the desert. They came because there was a drought and no food for several months. It took them 3 months to walk to Liberia the poorest country in this region of the world. They came hoping to find food and work. Many Liberians laugh at them, they beg from beggars.

My friend, the 3 year old girl, Marion is already a beggar. She's dirty, tiny with curly brown locks, soft brown eyes and chestnut colored skin. She is one of many child-beggars here, they are experts at it. They grab onto peoples legs and don't let go until someone gives them something. They pat their stomachs and cup their fragile hands. They are wild, abrasive, aggressive. Hunger is not polite. I asked her father how the children became so professional at begging. He said famine was their teacher.

The little girl jumped into my lap and stared into my eyes she kissed my cheeks, I swung her around, held her tight and we danced, played patti cake and our eyes had fun conversations. There is no higher privilege then holding Jesus in your arms.

I cannot hide my love,
Katie


"Each one of them is Jesus in disguise."
Mother Teresa