I recently returned from another trip to Ethiopia. I’ve shaken the jet leg and processed the images of my son’s beautiful first home. This trip was unique among trips because this time, I was house hunting. House hunting for a home to house teen girls aging out of the government orphanage in Addis Ababa. A home that we have named Bete Hosanna. Bete, is house in Amharic… Hosanna means rescue. The house of rescue. Not because we are rescuers… but because we are the rescued thanks to what Jesus has done. And because of that great love, we cannot look away from what we have seen.
One of my amazing volunteers Melinda Salle shared the following:
“Images of their beautiful faces flash through my mind a hundred times a day. My team was forced to leave them in January. We left them alone and in the poorest living conditions I have ever seen. We circled around each of them in prayer that night as we left them in the dark, scared and feeling probably more alone than they had ever felt in their lives. I realized in those moments that no one had ever taken care of these eleven precious girls. Eighteen years old and not a soul in the world who cared. No mother had ever cautioned her about the dangers of the streets. No father had ever counseled her on how to spend or save her hard earned money. No one had protected her from evil or harm or taught her how to protect herself. No one had taught her that she was created for a purpose by the God of the Universe who never leaves or forsakes. There was not one adult who cared to say goodbye or walk her out as she struggled to carry her meager belongings and walked out the gate of the orphanage completely alone. How many of us remember the day we got dropped off at college with our cute bedding, some pictures for the walls and a rug? Our parents double and triple checking that we had everything we could ever possibly need as they left us with food, clothing and a credit card “just in case”. The contrast is so stark I can hardly bear it. These girls are the definition of strength, beyond what we can understand. They have NEVER had anyone believe in them, encourage them or defend them. They urgently need people who are in their corner. People who believe in them and love them and pray for them. People across the globe who are willing to give up additional comforts in order to change the entire life of an eighteen year old girl whose only options may be prostitution, drugs or death. Please consider entering in to these girls’ lives. As someone who has personally looked into the eyes of each one of them, I pray that you will not be able to forget this story, just as I am never able to “unsee” what God showed me there that day. Please join us in fighting for justice and hope for each one of these eleven.”
The work with Bete Hosanna exceeds any challenge I have ever taken on. Our girls need hope and healing and those things will be hard fought for. The girls spent their very first night safely in the home this week and big emotions and challenges are settling in. I hope you’ll consider partnering with us in prayer and perhaps supporting in a small way. I look forward to sharing more as we wade into the deep waters.