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International Child Care Ministries Helps Needy Children
International Child Care Ministries (ICCM) is a Free Methodist child sponsorship program helping children in more than 30 countries around the world. Through education, meals, medical care and spiritual training, children in need are given an opportunity for a better life. To find out more, check out www.childcareministries.org. Children Living on the Edge • more than 1 billion children living in extreme poverty
(Sources: World Christian Trends, David Barrett and Todd Johnson; Viva Network) Epiphany at a Spotlight
We are stopped at the red light. Cars and motorcycles, trucks and buses. The time clock next to the light is ticking down in bright green. We all know how much time we have. She is in the back of a pickup. Twelve years old? She looks cold in the early morning light. Her younger brother wiggles next to her. Where has she come from? Where is she going? She looks around as if seeing things for the first time. Maybe she is from the mountains and going shopping for supplies with her family. … 59 seconds and counting … A young boy walks from car to car selling strings of sweet-smelling jasmine. I see him at this intersection day after day, night after night. Dirty T-shirt and worn jeans; jasmine perfectly white on its string. Why isn’t he in school? Where is his mother? … 31 seconds and counting … A newly washed Mercedes is in front, a dirty truck behind. The mountain temple in the distance glows gold under a clear blue sky. … 19 seconds and counting … Time seems to stop. The crush of humanity rushes to stand still; the clock is counting down. Down to zero. Down to eternity. Down to a hope sung loud and clear by creation all around us, a grace springing up for all to see, an existence on earth — living or dying, heaven or hell. But does the jasmine boy hear the songs of hope? Does the pickup girl see the grace? What about the businessman in his Mercedes? What about the teenagers weaving to the front of the line on their motorcycles? What about me trapped in my car at the intersection? Eventually the clock ticks down to zero. The motorcycles roar into the distance. The jasmine boy pauses on the roadside waiting for the next red light. The pickup with the girl in the back turns, and I lose sight of her. I drive on thinking of the faces and lives of just a few caught by the light with time ticking down ... time ticking down ... .
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