When trials come

In honor of the Compassion bloggers who are in India right now, I am repeating a story that I wrote from the Dominican Republic on my trip in November.   Please also visit the above link, and read the new stories being written about children around the world who are in need.


I feel like I’ve told you most of the highlights of my trip to the Dominican Republic by now.  But there’s one boy whose story still needs to be told.  He was one of the children in the 9-11 year old class that I visited on my last day there. The kids were just beginning their devotions when we all showed up, and they carried on, seemingly un-phased by the ring of strangers gathered around their little patio classroom.  First came the singing, including You Saw Me When Nobody Saw Me.  Then a little boy stood up and proceeded to read us a story out of the Bible.

I was impressed with how fluently the boy read.  Because of the class he was in, I know he couldn’t have been more than 11. I currently have three 10-year-olds, and know for a fact that plenty of kids years older  don’t read that expressively and well, especially the Bible.

Once he had gotten done reading, our interpretor read us the same story in English.  It was the story of Peter walking to Jesus on the water. After the interpreter finished reading the story in English, she said, “Now, he is going to explain the story to you.”

And he began. I was expecting a sentence or two that highlighted the key point of the story, similar to what I ask from my children in their daily Bible journal.  But he went on. And on. For three minutes he spoke earnestly, pausing only to give the interpreter time to relay his words to us.

There are difficult times in life, he said, times when we may be afraid, times when we feel like we are sinking. We shouldn’t try to walk alone. This is the time to reach out to Jesus. Jesus will pull us up out of the water, and bring us into the boat.  He spoke eloquently and in detail.

I looked at his handsome face and thought of the rough and ragged neighborhood just beyond the gates of this Compassion project.   The filthy water going down the middle of streets.  The tin shacks and the barred windows and the need for us tourists to leave our valuables in the van so desperate people won’t steal.

This was where he lived.   I wondered about the difficulty he had faced in life.  You could tell he’d seen challenges, plenty of them, because he owned those words. His understanding went way beyond head knowledge, beyond trite Sunday school phrases. He spoke with conviction and with power.

He knew without a doubt where his source of strength was in life.

And he laid his faith out fearlessly to his friends, to his teacher, and to the ring of strangers standing around his outdoor classroom with its chipped formica tabletops and tiny rickety chairs.

I thought again of my precious children, my privileged children, and the ease they’ve had in life. We in the Western world consider it a blessing when children grow up having everything they need. And yet I stood marveling at the rare and obvious strength that God had grown in this young man through trial.

In the midst of bad water and rickety houses and outdoor schoolrooms, powerful work is happening in a young boy’s heart.

I am so afraid of trial.  I avoid it.  I complain when my plans are thwarted.  I take all sorts of measure to stay comfortable, to keep my life easy, to protect that to which I think I am entitled.

I’m not going to pray for adversity, because I’m just not that brave.  But I want to always remember that little wise-beyond-his-years boy.  And when adversity comes– as it always does– I pray that I will have similar courage. Courage to lean on God as my source of strength. Courage to survive– to thrive. And to share my source of strength with those around me.

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  1. Isn’t it so very powerful when young people speak with such conviction? Thank you for sharing.

  2. Thanks for sharing, Mary.

  3. Beautifully conveyed as always. Thank you, Mary.

  4. Thanks for sharing – that really hit very close to home for me today in a number of ways. Do you mind if I share on my blog? Thanks again.

  5. Nicole Slack says:

    We have sponsored a little boy from Compassion for almost 3 years now and it is one of the best things that we have ever done as a family. Our children love writing to him and recieving letters from him. I think that my children having the knowledge of a real child their age in dire circumstances that they are helping is good for them. So many children are sheltered from bad experiences in life. And the love that he has for our family and jesus just shines through in every letter. He is TRULY a blessing to our family. We really try to promote Compassion to people. It is a great program.

  6. Oh, such a perspective and reminder.