We share plenty of the beauty of Nicaragua, but there is so much heart-wrenching brokenness here too. In this photo there are two children sitting in front of a little shack in this trash dump. We met those two children. A brother and sister who spend their everyday working alongside their parents sorting through garbage. Their job is to look for anything of value that they might be able to salvage and sell. Bottles. Glass. Metal. Cardboard. This is their only reality.
There aren't words to describe the smell here. And there are even fewer words to describe what it is like to see two beautiful children about 9 and 10 years old sitting in a pile of trash with hundreds of flies swarming them.
When we were talking with them, the little boy covered his face with his hands the entire time that we were there. He was embarrassed for us to be there and to see him like that. We will never forget that day.
Experiences like this have changed us. Wrecked us. They've made us question. They've shattered our hearts. And they've also sparked something.
When you look into the eyes of another human being living in such extreme poverty, it puts a face and a voice to what is broken in this world, to injustice. It stirs up something inside of you that asks if you are willing to lay aside your comfort and fight for the rights of others. That asks if you are willing to set aside your plans to sit in the dirt alongside a brother or a sister and love them.
These two little children spending their days in the trash dump? They are the reason we are here. They are the reason why we are pouring out our lives to help build Ruby Ranch into a place where hope rises. Where children like this can come and taste and see of a Savior who will sit with them in the dirt and relentlessly pursue their hearts.