Because Queen Shalon now has a sponsor, she will be attending school with us in January! As I was going around visiting sponsored children’s families, I was blessed to meet the family who found Shalon on the side of the road that night, and took her in to be their own, which quickly became legal as authorities found out more about the situation. “She is ours – fully ours,” her new family told me with pride. Queen Shalon’s mother is an older woman, and her other children are mostly grown, all good big brothers and big sisters to little Queen Shalon. Her mother kept praising God for the opportunity for Queen to get schooling. She had tried to enroll her in school once before, but after two weeks ran out of money for the government school (there is no free education) and Queen Shalon was sent home, devastated. Sitting there in a house with sheets for doors and benches as the only furniture, lit by a candle because there is no electricity, I sat in amazement listening to Shalon’s mother tell us what a blessing we are to Queen Shalon. Because Shalon’s mother is perhaps not the least of these, but most definitely the second to least of these, and here she is sharing her little resources selflessly with this little girl. Who has been the biggest blessing to Queen Shalon, the least of these? It is her mother, the second to least of these. This is who stepped up to do the job, and this is incredible.
As Queen Shalon was sitting curled up on my lap (she was the most affectionate girl I’ve found since I’ve bee here), I noticed some burn scars on the side of her head. And then her arm. Her mother sadly informed me that she has had those since she was found. As she instructed Queen Shalon to lift up her shirt for me to see, much of the right side of her tiny body has bad burn marks. These grow as she grows, and sometimes wake her up in the night from burning and itching. Her mother also lovingly recommended that we teach her to write with her left hand, because the burns have affected her nerves. As I asked what she meant, Queen Shalon stuck out her right hand and tried to extend it fully, but is unable to make her fingers straight. In this moment, I wanted to cry. How could this most precious creature have been treated so abominably in her past? What has she done to deserve this? And the truth is, nothing. There is sin in our world and not even the cutest most innocent of children is spared. But it made it all the more touching to me that this mother would take in this child, slightly deformed and with obvious problems. This is not another “worker” for the house. This is true selflessness. This woman, let me tell you, is more filled with God than me or any missionary I have met. God has chosen the second to least of these to serve the least. May his name be praised.
We are a chain. I have been blessed to have been taken in and been given nice meals by other missionaries who have more resources and better living conditions than me. They serve me, who is less, and I serve Queen Shalon’s mother, who is less, and she serves Queen Shalon, who is the least. Everyone has a place and a role. And in the serving, we ALL become less that Jesus might become MORE – more evident, more glorified, more praised.