We drove up in the late afternoon to the neighborhood where our host lives. It looked more like a slum than a neighborhood, and we looked like a spectacle. All eyes were on us as we piled out of the car and started down a gravel road. We entered through a door to a compound of sorts and were invited into our host’s home. By home I mean a room the size of a big closet. The seven of our team members, our translator, and missionary Cindy Denker squeezed like sardines into the home of a young girl who was beaming with happiness. A house full of visitors was just what her spirit needed.
On our last day with the children at TLC, I met a young boy named Leul (which translates to Prince). He is in kindergarten, likes playing soccer, and is interested in becoming a doctor. And I now have the privilege of being his sponsor. I know that he will be able to go to school, that his family will receive nutritional support, that he will receive basic healthcare that he would otherwise go without, and that he will hear the Good News of hope through TLC.