Shared by Jill Florant

I was nervous when I stepped out of the van for the first time. Just hearing the words ‘street kids’ made my heart sink and the weather definitely matched the mood. It was as if teardrops were falling from heaven as we stepped through the mud toward the tiny, rust covered shack, on the side of the street. Although it was dark inside, I could see their faces. About 30 sets of eyes were focused on the white people who had come to meet them. These were the eyes of the street kids; Children, all boys and one girl, who are living on the streets fending for themselves in Kiisi Town, Kenya.

Our dear friend Cyrus wanted us to meet the kids he has been ministering to. Children he feeds as often as he can each week. He said there were even more that didn’t show up that day. Pastor Cyrus who was called by God to help children and be a leader in his community, is the director of The Helping Hands Orphanage in Kiisi, Kenya where we sponsor two little girls.

By the time we stepped out of the old, rusty shack, the rain had stopped and the sun was shining again. My eight year old son is taller than some of these kids living on the streets in Kiisi Town, fending for themselves. This was our first stop in Africa. One that I will never forget!

Cyrus- pictured on the far right and his wife Eucabeth, take care of about 40 double orphans (children with no parents) in Kiisi with the help of his parents and financial support from Remember The Poor. Together, their mission is being Christ’s hands and feet – focusing not on their own life, but the lives of the next generation – children. This theme would continue to show itself over and over again in Africa – through the lives of the leaders we met in Kenya and Uganda.

“He died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised.” 2 Cor 5:15