The "garbage dump church"

We accompanied Heidi on one of her bi-weekly trips for a service at the "garbage dump church." When we arrived there, we were greeted by a group of children who live for the rush of finding some little treasure among the cargos of each incoming city garbage truck. There were also several women sitting on the cement floor of the church breastfeeding their babies on their lap.
Right away your nostrils get hit with a sickening stench in the air and your mind crashes trying to process the thought of how anyone can even breath here, much less exist in this inhumane, degrading condition in which a whole community of people actually live, calling it their home. You can imagine how our hearts began to break for all of these little human beings for which Jesus gave His life on the cross.
We bought bags full of bread from a local bakery and the children went into a frenzy as we were giving out the fresh loaves. Then we just stood there and watched them as they were devouring the bread. We hugged and loved on them and then sang together songs of praise and worship to the King who died to save us all. The presence of the Holy Ghost showed up right there on the filthy trash heap and we had church. One beautiful young lady invited Heidi to bless her home and so we followed the whole group all the way down through the mountains of trash, until we reached the village of houses made up of tin and cardboard material, situated in a valley at the far side of the dump. Our hearts were aching uncontrollably as we prayed for them, cried with them and shared more of the love of Jesus.
As it was getting dark, we could barely pull Heidi away from them. In her jeep driving back to the orphanage, I was wiping my dirty hands with a wet napkin, thinking of the children who couldn't do the same and would die very young because of the constant intake of diseases and lack of basic hygiene. Yet their hearts were washed clean by the blood of the Lamb and made pure white.
Back at the base we joined with the worship team of our Conference and continued to minister in the richness of the presence of God as the Holy Spirit was pouring out His fresh Anointing. We couldn't stop praising our heavenly Father who took away all our sins, curses and filthy rags, and nailed them onto His Son Jesus on the cross and laid them down forever in His grave. There was so much glory in the voices of the orphans as they were singing their songs of adoration.

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