Be A Part Of What We Are Doing

I met him my second day at camp. He came in late on a rainy day with his fitted baby blue polo hat and green flip flops two sizes too big. He stood about three feet tall and silly bands covered his dark wrists. His name was Rahmir and his big brown eyes melted my heart. That day we became best friends! He held my hand as we walked from class to class. We passed a tennis ball and traded silly bands. I can say with all honesty that he had stolen my heart.
I guess going into this I didn’t know all that much about Camden. I knew that it was rated the most dangerous city in the United States and it was one of the poorest areas too. When I told people that I was going there they had strange reactions. “That’s wonderful, you’re called to missions” was not the response. A few people asked me what I did to have to go there, other’s asked if they were providing bullet proof vests.  See, to most people Camden was a failed city, but that’s not the way I saw it. I saw beauty, potential, kids who dream big. When I pictured Camden, I saw the promise in Rahmirs big brown eyes.
Suddenly, the last day of camp was here and time for goodbyes. Rahmir grabbed my hand. I told him that I had to go and he responded ”Why?” He wrapped his arms around my neck. “But Hope! I don’t want you to leave! If you stay and promise to hold my hand the whole time I’ll share my lunch with you!” My eyes were filled with tears as I declined his offer. There is nothing in the world I would have rather done at that moment than stay and eat that slimy pre-packaged sandwich with that little boy.
Driving over the bridge, we pass by the colossal water tower with the faded letters spelling out Camden, and I wipe the tears from my eyes. See, when I crossed that bridge I left behind a city full of hope, and returned to a city full of comfortable people, and to be quite honest I wasn’t ready to be comfortable again. It’s not fair that because those kids are born in Camden they only have a 50% chance of graduating high school. It’s not fair that in elementary school they don’t recognize breakfast, lunch, and dinner because they don’t know what it’s like to have three meals a day. Every day when I sit down to eat, I pray that Rahmir’s belly would be as full as mine. I post pictures of him all over my room--he has a funny way of reminding me to notice God in the most unlikely of places.
Rahmir was only 5 years old but that little boy changed my life. He taught me that I can be great. I can make a difference, because I can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to know equations or arithmetic to serve. You don’t have to know about gravity or theories to serve. You only need a heart full of grace, and a soul that runs on love. Rahmir gave me all that and so much more…

God is at work at Fellowship House. Lives are being changed--those we serve as well as those who serve. We’d love to include you too, in whatever ways you are able. Won’t you please pray for us, work alongside us, and support us with your gifts?

Doug WagnerComment