In a small impoverished community on the outskirts of town, a woman holds kindergarten class in a little schoolhouse built in the neighborhood. Every morning 18 little children full of potential and dreams, come to learn each day. They sit two to a chair in a small concrete house beautifully decorated with their drawings. With very few materials, the teacher pours her heart into preparing them for elementary school where she knows their success can put them on a path to a very different life.
Upon learning that the school could not afford the official diplomas required by the public schools, our church stepped into help. We worked together to host a small graduation ceremony complete with food, cake, festivities and the prized diplomas.
The tiny schoolhouse was packed. The graduates sat in their seats of honor and all their siblings and family crowded in to witness their little loved one receive their first diploma. The little ones normally found in old, dirty t-shirts, torn jeans and naked, muddy feet were dressed up like miniature princes and princesses. One by one the children came up as we announced their names. Cameras flashed, smiles grew bigger and bigger, and the parents eyes gleamed with pride. In a country where education is the key to a life out of poverty, hunger, and need, this was a big moment. Every child in that room felt like they had achieved something great, and every parent saw a great future in them.
The room was silent asPpastor Arturo continued to encourage them and remind them of the plans our creator has for His children. Not one eye was dry as we said goodbye.
Working with these families and these children will be my greatest joy. Offering more opportunities like this to more and more children in need is the life I want to live.