Isaiah 61:1

"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,

because the Lord has anointed me,
to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives

and the opening of the prison to those who are bound."

This verse is written on a little card that I have been carrying around with me for 2 weeks now. For fourteen days I have looked at this verse everyday, multiple times a day, memorizing it, searing it in my heart, grappling with how to apply it in my life.

Last week I watch a documentary film called Glue Boys (www.glueboys.com). The film centers around 9 boys who live on the streets of Kitale, Kenya and sniff glue to ward off hunger pains and the cold night air. Though filmed in Kitale, the picture also encompasses street children all over the world who turn to glue for "relief".

As I watched the film with tears streaming down my face two emotions waged a war inside me. The first was a breaking heart. Now, I know that's not really an "emotion", but it is something I distinctly felt, so go along with me. The second emotion was anger. A deep, bordering on hateful anger at companies who provide the glue, knowing it goes to street kids, just so they can make a profit.

How do these two strings of thought relate? The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. Children who live on the street are among the poorest of the poor. They have no where to sleep. They rarely have any possessions other than the clothes on their back. They scavenge in trash piles for something to eat, hoping it doesn't make them sick. You can't get much poorer than that.

But what breaks my heart the most is that most street children choose to live on the streets. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and the opening of the prison to those who are bound. These children choose this lifestyle because they are bound to the glue. They are captive to the illusion of freedom life on the street brings. They are in a prison they have created and often don't want to leave. Though convicted of my hatred towards companies who knowingly provide glue to street children, anger still burns within me. How dare multi-million (maybe even billion) dollar companies take advantage of innocent children. There are ways to make the glue irritable to nasal passages, yet still effective for its intended purpose. But companies, corrupted by the desire for wealth, refuse to make such changes to their product.

There are homes all over the world dedicated to giving children the chance to get off the streets. But they often run away from these homes because the kingdom of the world tells them that glue is easier. The world feeds them the lie that sniffing glue will solve the problems life on the street brings. It will erase the memories, the hunger pains, and the cold, and eventually kill them. Glue will eventually kill any child who habitually sniffs it. But it does more than kill them physically, it kills their innocence. It kills their warmth. It kills their hearts. Glue takes away from them the chance to be a child.

Why do I care? According to the world's standards their presence on the streets shouldn't affect me, but it does. Granted, I haven't traveled many places where I have been struck by the poverty surrounding me, but I have seen a 3 year old, barefoot little boy on the street, clothed in only a t-shirt, and looking in a pile of trash for some food. I have seen children so thin their rib cage protrudes out from their body. And I have seen multiple kids walking around on the streets, a glue bottle tucked inside their sleeve, so "high" they can't even walk straight. Though I don't see these children in my everyday life, I love them. I don't want them to be on the street, imprisoned by their desire for glue. I want them to go to bed every night with a full stomach and warm covers. I want them to live in the freedom Christ offers.

What happens now? Where do I go from here? I go to the ONLY place I can, down on my knees. Praying for their freedom, and spiritually backing up anyone who is trying to help.