A Different Kind of Daily Grind

Today I got a call from Morgan. Since their mother died when he was 12, Morgan has been living alone with his two younger brothers in a squatter camp teeming with a population of over 100,00 people. Together they have literally begged, borrowed and stolen to survive. They have learned to be resourceful, while at the same time not attracting attention to themselves. Over the last few difficult years, they have awakened literally every single morning facing another battle to survive.

Today's battle was food. Morgan told me they were, at the moment, cooking their last bit of maize meal. The $32.USD a month they make delivering newspapers was long gone. I picked them up after school, and brought them enough food to get them through until their next payday.

The boys have attended church where we run a children's Sunday school, but I am taking them to a church nearer to their home this Sunday. I met with the pastor, whose name is Thuks, yesterday to give him the background on their situation. He is a good man with a good heart who grew up in the area, and he is eager to meet them.

Please pray for the welfare and salvation of Morgan and his brothers.