While in Ethiopia we traveled to Mount Entoto. This historical site is covered with Eucalyptus trees (thanks to Menelik II & Australia) and provides a beautiful view of the city of Addis Ababa. There is an Orthodox church on the top of the mountain that people, seeking healing, travel to.
As we walked around, taking in the sites and history, a small group of kids came over asking for money. (Begging is very common in Ethiopia and we were encouraged to not give money to beggers, which is VERY hard NOT to do.) I began to chat with the kids in my broken Amharic. I asked them what their names were and how old they were. I asked about their parents and most had lost one parent. I told them I was sorry. We were smiling at each other and a little boy said, “Me, America.” I understood what he meant immediately from his choice of words and body language. He said it again, “Me. America.” In his limited English he was gesturing to me and asking to be taken to America.
I kindly replied, “Sorry, no. Ethiopia.”
What does the future hold for this young boy and his friends trying to make ends meet by begging on the mountain?
“God, today, give hope to that boy. Provide for his family and bless them. Help him to know he is loved. Amen.”
So much need. God help.