Great things are happening in the ministries here in South Africa. In the slums great friendships have been formed, fellow Christians are being discipled and encouraged in there faith, and the gospel is being shared with people who are hungry for the Truth.  Two weeks ago we were able to gain admittance into a nearby hospital, which is very exciting.

For the past two weeks I have gone to the hospital.  My first day there my friend, Abby and I found the children's cancer ward and made friends with three little girls.  Abby had brought crayons and paper and we had a fun time coloring and getting to know them.  While we were there a nurse and a doctor walked though the hall talking about each patient.  When they came to one of the girls named Cebisile the nurse was saying that they didn't know what was wrong with her but she had a lump on her leg and couldn't put any pressure on that foot.  Then the nurse said they didn't know who the girl's guardian was and all they had was an address they didn't know if it was any good.

My heart sunk when I heard that.  Can you imagine being 10 years old, sick with cancer, and all alone in a hospital with no one to love and comfort you?  I can not even begin to fathom it.  I later discovered that this is not a rare story, there are many children in ward 8 that have been dropped off and left for dead by there parents.

So many of these people and children go through incredible amounts of abuse and pain that it is surreal and just to hard for me to comprehend.  I don't feel what I ought to feel for these people and I don't know why.  I want to be on the floor sobbing for the hurt and pain that they feel.  Please pray that God would give me an over whelming love for Himself and from that love would flow a Christ-like compassion that would break my heart for these people.