BURNED IN FAITH
Within a few hours of being in Mpeketoni a huge tree grabbed my attention. The trunk that held this tree was thick enough to support an army of men, and its roots ran deep onto hospital property. About a week ago that tree was burned at the peak of its trunk; the lifeless work of art shows no mercy in its ash stained bark. Sharing the same lot, distressed,faded letters read "Children's Ward."
God had given me the duty of visiting that particular ward, scared and as unequiped as I felt I stepped forward into that place. Spread out on unclean, no longer white sheets lay a small, hopeless boy. As soon as I locked eyes onto the lower half of his being I lost my faith and purpose for a second. My body went numb and my heart stopped working for what seemed like an entire sixty seconds. A fearful mother looked at me as if I could fix her son, as if I was medically trained for something like this, as if I were an angel. I felt weak in that moment because the responsibility I felt I knew I couldn't fulfil.
The boy was home alone when it happened; needing light, the boy had done what he was taught his whole life, to lite the gasoline lamp. Not too long after striking the match, the bottoms of his shorts caught fire, third degree burns destroyed every inch of skin between his knees and chest. I did the only thing I knew how to do, I prayed, I prayed long and hard. I prayed for miraculous healing,I prayed for peace and comfort,I prayed for faith.
God told me while I was praying that the mother and son needed more than just prayers and that I could deliver it. The proper care is not being given,and mother is struggling greatly financially.
If you would like to know more, please email me at lscutta@gmail.com (because of my limited email use while here in Mpeketoni I gave you Lonnie Scutta's email instead of my own and she will take care of it for you) Please be praying for the little boy.
Andy
