We had told the street kids the week before that we were planning to rent a soccer court nearby for Saturday afternoon. But Saturday morning the sky was gray. The clouds were ominous and quickly the light drizzle turned into rain turned into a downpour. “The kids aren’t going to want to play in this weather,” we thought, “but let’s still take them some food anyways.”
So we loaded the car with the chicken and rice and tortillas and headed to the intersection where the kids hang out. When we parked our car by the chain-link fence and started to get out, the rain was a bit of a nuisance, but thankfully at the moment it wasn’t a torrential downpour as it had been off-and-on most of the day. Izzy hollered to the kids to come get some food. You should have seen the looks on their faces. Soaked from head to toe, they came skipping over to our car giddy with excitement. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” one of them exclaimed. “You still want to play?” Izzy asked, “…in this weather?” “Of course!” was their unanimous reply. “We’ve been waiting for you all day.” “We haven’t gotten any work today.” I mean really, who is going to pay someone to clean their windshield when it’s raining?! Fifteen-year-old Marcos* holds out his palm with 30 cents, “See? This is all I’ve made today.”
“So you really want to play?” Izzy asks again.
We piled back into the car and told the kids to meet us at the soccer field a couple of blocks away.
And for the rest of the afternoon you couldn’t wipe the smiles off of their faces. Boys being boys. For those precious minutes, these kids were not worrying about what would be their next meal or how they would help their mom pay her rent or whether they would get sick after being in the rain all day. They were simply enjoying being kids, playing to their hearts’ content.
And wouldn’t you know it, just as we started to play, the rain simply stopped falling. I know that God was smiling down on this soccer game. You could see His smile reflected in the smiles of all these boys. Friends from near and far were praying for this moment. Praying for no rain. And praying for God to be seen.
Their prayers were answered.
I saw God there on that soccer field. I don’t think you could have missed Him.
After the game as the kids were eating their chicken and rice, Izzy took the opportunity to share a few words. “I just want to say… and I know you’ve probably heard this before…” Peluca nodded, knowing what was coming next, “We don’t mind hearing it again,” he said with a smile. Izzy continued, “God loves you, and God sees you. You are not forgotten…”
I don’t know about you, but I don’t mind hearing it again either…
God loves you.
God sees you.
You are not forgotten.
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