Abadou
By day two or three, the little orphan named Abadou would come running to greet the cars and vans that we arrived at the orphan center in each day. He would stand in front of the nearest warm body with his arms stretched upward in the universal kid pose requesting you pick him up.
Our team of 17 included a Canadian, a Texan who was living in
My first chance to hold Abadou came when I was right in the middle of something. I was trying to work with the local carpenter who is hired part-time as instructor for the job skills training. He and I were working with some of the orphans to make a shelf unit. I had just stepped out of the workshop for a moment or two to grab a drink of water when someone handed Abadou to me. My American mindset wanted to get back to work, be productive and hurry up about it. My mind was on the next steps in the shelf project. But Abadou settled in and nestled his head against my chest, content to stay as long as I’d have him. My heart melted right there as I took a deep breath and realized there was no hurry in God’s Kingdom. Why was I there anyway?
“Religion that God our Father accepts and pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” James 1:27