BauHtu and SoChaDa
Back a long long time ago when I was 6-8 years old in the primary division, we sang from the primary song book. It had pictures. One song we sang quite often was about a little gypsy boy! The song was so sad, yet so appealingly hopeful that even at my tender age it made me want to cry. This song has etched its way permanently into my heart, which is why when I met BauHtu he reminded me of this song and my whole heart has gone out to him!
BauHtu is 21years old. He has a rare, inherited blood disorder called Thalasemia. In this disease, the body cannot produce enough hemoglobin. He needs blood transfusions nearly every month. We help him year by year with money and/or transportation to the hospital. He is worse now and cannot walk. There are growths compressing the spinal cord. I think of the song we used to sing in primaries: “Into a tent where a gypsy boy lay. Dying along at the close of the day!” Now I cry for this poor boy who may not have long to live.
Pale and so weak, needing a blood transfusion immediately. We give him the money.
BauHtu is 21years old. He has a rare, inherited blood disorder called Thalasemia. In this disease, the body cannot produce enough hemoglobin. He needs blood transfusions nearly every month. We help him year by year with money and/or transportation to the hospital. He is worse now and cannot walk. There are growths compressing the spinal cord. I think of the song we used to sing in primaries: “Into a tent where a gypsy boy lay. Dying along at the close of the day!” Now I cry for this poor boy who may not have long to live.
Blood transfusion is finished. He spent the night here.
We didn’t expect to take him home from the hospital that day because they had transportation to the hospital, but the father called. They had no way to get home. We had just driven all the way out of BYT, and were planing a special birthday for BletJhaw’s son, Jonathan - just turning 13 that day. We always have to be flexible, but it was a struggle to turn around, go to the hospital and then drive him all the way to MauGoKey village deep in the jungle. It took us most of the day, but God gave us such joy in showing His heart of love.
BauHtu and his father live in this crude house in MauGoKey village. Actually it is not a house at all, it was used to store rice, but they had nowhere else to live. His mother passed away a long time ago from opium overdose. She mainlined opium and used other drugs. His father is quite deaf. He has two younger brothers who are normal.
We bring him hope and tell him the gospel story and pray. It brings a faint smile.
SoChaDa
This was one year ago when SoChaDa was 5 months old
Meet SoChaDa in GaGhah village! This picture was one year ago. Do you remember we made so many trips to the hospital to get this hemangioma taken care of. The mother did not follow up and now one year later I was shocked to find out she has had another baby!! This baby was born premature at 7 months in this same old filthy nasty house! But they have no milk and the baby is definitely malnourished. I’m in love with SoChaDah!
Mild for both age groups
Poverty doesn’t have to be dirty. But here there are dirty diapers open on the porch. Everywhere you look is filthy. The smell is nauseating. There’s the husband in the back bedroom using opium. Oh dear Father, I prayed silently, how can I help these poor people? And there are so many more like this. Innocent little children are brought into this squalor.
We are to show the tender sympathy of the Samaritan in supplying physical necessities, feeding the hungry, bringing the poor that are cast out to our homes, gathering from God every day grace and strength that will enable us to reach to the very depths of human misery and help those who cannot possible help themselves. In doing this work, we have a favorable opportunity to set forth christ the Crucified One. 6Testimonies 276.1