Today we went to pick up two street kids and take them to the rehab. One of them was nowhere to be found. The other, Gutenberg, didn’t want to look at us, as we drove up. “Not today,” he said.

There was a group of about 15-20 kids standing around the car. Each of them was recommending another, who needed the rehab the most.

“Look how bad João is; he’s not even washing his face.” To which João replied, “Yes, but I’m not as thin as you. You need to go more than I do.”

They all desperately want out, but they can’t; the pull of crack is just too strong, and they are no match for its power. Today I feel the struggle, and I realize how few there are that respond to God calling them.

I’m learning that I need to rely on God to prepare the heart. The Bible calls it “good soil.” I pray for that good soil and I pray for God to go ahead of us and lead us right to a soul. Just one soul. I long for a soul to be rescued. I’ve seen Him rescue and transform a life and I want to see more of that amazing, saving power of His.

Today wasn’t the day. We fed them sandwiches and cold Coke, and we prayed with them. Without Him we can do nothing.


“Other seed fell into the good soil, and grew up, and produced a crop a hundred times as great.” (Luke 8:8 NASB)



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