STORIES TO BE TOLD: MUHAMMED
JOINED AT THE HIP
I have been thinking about how I can make this blog less about me and more about Him. There are so many blogs out there that tell the story of the writer.
But, I want and believe my story is going to be about telling the stories of others. These stories are a part of His story and it is so much greater than any story I could tell myself.
This storytelling begins with Muhammed. When I met Muhammed in Uganda, I was drawn to his sad eyes and his lonesome stare. He sat alone by the bus that had brought our group to Ebenezer Children's Home, and his eyes followed the other children as they ran, galloped, and danced around us "visitors." I sat next to him and asked if he wanted to play. His response illustrated his emotional and physical pain as he shook his head and pointed to his leg. I captured one word in his broken english response, "hurt."
Immediately I knew his story was one that begged to be told. I started asking questions to the Father of the house. George told me that Muhammed had broken his leg, and it had not healed properly. He explained that an operation would cost more money than Ebenezer could support. It would mean traveling to a town miles away and spending weeks in a hospital. I knew that there was little hope for relief for Muhammed. In my desperation, I turned to our bus driver, Eric, who had been listening to our conversation. I asked, "what can be done for him." Eric looked down and responded, "very little but that child is in pain." Muhammed struggled to walk. He could not play with the others. Stricken by a hurt that no child should have to bear, he was left to observe, unable to participate.
Uganda was full of beautiful things. One of the most beautiful was Muhammed's smile. I learned that in Uganda, children born into Christian homes were given names to reveal this. We met Timothy, John Mark, and Elizabeth, each name declaring the power of the Lord in that place. However, children with Muslim names had been born into Muslim families. When and if they meet Jesus, they are given a Christian name. But, this conversion usually means being shunned by their families and losing everything they knew. Muhammed's name told his story. It told me that Muhammed had to face these difficulties without a hope for better days, and a better world, without a savior to cling to, and to seek refuge. Yet, still he smiled.
Last week, I learned that Muhammed has since been to the doctor. He was told that he has a rare condition called Perthes disease. As explained by Orthoinfo, "it is a rare childhood condition that affects the hip. It occurs when the blood supply to the rounded head of the femur (thighbone) is temporarily disrupted. Without an adequate blood supply, the bone cells die, a process called avascular necrosis."
I love Muhammed's story. I love that the Lord has allowed me to share it. But, I also love happy endings. Muhammed needs a surgery that will cost $800.00. I am selling bracelets that say Joined at the Hip, to remind us that though we may be thousands of miles from Muhammed, we are joined by prayer and love. If you would like to buy one for $8.00, you can click the picture below. You can also directly donate to his fund at www.hopegraftedin.org and put "general donation" and "Muhammed's medical care" in the comments line
I also ask that you join me in prayer for Muhammed and Ebenezer Children Home. Pray that He would come to know Jesus and that in Him, Muhammed will find refuge from the hurt of this world.
"Blessed be God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble by the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God."
~2 Corinthians 1:3-4