The Hardest Part of What I Do

The hardest part of what I do is hearing about kids who die. Not only just die but are mercilessly murdered. Friday a beloved youth in our church named Cristian was found in his bed stabbed over twenty times in the head. Cristian was an orphan who made his living by selling gum on the streets. He would also sell it at church to raise money so he could go to the different camps we have to become a leader in the church. He started coming to our church about two years ago and God changed his life. He spent the first two weeks of this year in the prayer fortress and earned the nickname "dulcito" a term of endearment for someone who is very sweet and cute. It was really hard for me to hold back tears when one of the Pastor's was telling us about Cristian's life and the way he died. Sometimes it is so hard for me to understand why something like this would happen to a kid who was trying to live right. But then I was reminded of a passage I read this morning. "Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time. But no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come. For those who follow godly paths will rest in peace when they die." Isaiah 57:1,2 NLT


  1. Anonymous6:28 PM CST

    That's horrible and sad... but he is in a better place. Did he live on the streets?

  2. He lived in a house with family of somesort.