- greetings, I am new to this club. It looks great! I am glad you made
it and I found it.
I just got back from Ethiopia and wanted to share a story with you.
you can find out more about what we are doing to help the suffering
children there by going to this web sit http://jah1.com
Thank you May JAH Richly Bless you
Here is my tale.........
We have just boarded Lufthansa flight 0591 from Ethiopia. We have
been guests in Ethiopia for one week now. I don't even know how to
collect what is left of my mind to formulate a coherent description
of what we have seen.
Every day when we thought the sights, sounds and smells couldn't get
much worse, we would turn a corner, enter a gate, climb a hill only
to find just how mistaken we were.
We found the sign less, rocky, potholed dirt road, as we made our way
to the guarded gate. We waited. Sitting in the dirt by the gate were
two women and a little child. The women gazed at us with the
disinterested stare of someone too tired to care. An old man opened
the gate to hell.
At first they look and sound like any other children playing loud,
hard and dirty. Then, slowly it sinks in, there are too many runny
noses, too many scars, too many flies landing on open wounds looking
for a mid day snack.
Some of these children look at you like you just landed from another
planet. When you think about it, you have. Little ones start to check
you out to see if you are real. A couple of them dare to put their
fragile hands in yours. Some seek to be picked up and held. Just a
little human contact before the reaper comes for them.
These 212 children are packed like dying cattle into a space made
for 45 healthy kids. You look into their little eyes, wondering what
they see. You can't even imagine, but you know what you see.
Standing around me, holding my hands, playing with my beard and
laughing are the lost children. These are the ones who will never
grow up, whose greatest hope is to make it through one more day. They
will never know a lover's kiss or hear their own baby's cries. They
will never get to work at a job, or see their grandchildren's first
These children have been condemned to death for the crime of being
born. Being born poor in Ethiopia was not bad enough; they had to be
born with HIV/AIDS. They ask the sisters "Why won't I be able to grow
up like everyone else?" "Why must I die so young?" "Will you leave me
alone in the cemetery and come back here with all of my friends when
I stand mute, tickling one child holding another in my arms as his
damp life oozes out of him.
Dear God, I have never felt so helpless in all my life. We fly in;
get escorted around like visiting dignitaries. We bestow our
infinitesimal gifts and leave. While others, these giants among men
and women stay behind and nurse these broken children. As they try
and give them a semblance of life in this land of tragedy.
Things will get much worse before they get better in Ethiopia. The
problems are too immense for my aching mind to wrap around. The
poverty is staggering. I can't imagine what this place would be like
without the noble character of these wonderful people. The problems
we have seem like minor annoyances compared to any one thing that
they face daily. Yet they live with a dignity and grace we could only
hope to emulate.
They are tested everyday in the hottest flames of the refiner's fire
and come out shining like the purest gold.
Would that we might learn from them.
- Give Thanks and Praises to
Haile Sellasie I (Power of the Trinity) HIs Imperial Majesty Ras Tafari
The King of Kings The Lord of Lord The Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah The Elect of God and Light of the World
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