Well, NOW what? The end of a traumatic week almost became even more traumatic Saturday afternoon at Bible Club. We were shorthanded with Dawn and Joelma at a baby shower. With the ladies gone Alexandre had a brilliant idea. We would divide into three teams. He would take one group, Samuel would take one and I would take the third.
Our goal would be to search out the neighborhood for every living kid we could find. We had just 45 minutes to do it and then we'd reunite the group for a Bible story a couple of games and some popcorn.
My group of kids came from what is known as the Morro (or Mo-who) which means hill. The hill has a reputation for being on a bit of the rougher side of the already rough neighborhood. My problem Saturday wasn't the Morro however, it was my own naiveté.
We rounded up our group of kids in the 45 minute time period and made our way back to the school. As we arrived it looked as if someone had just stirred up a fire-ant hill! Have you ever seen one of those babies stirred up? It is pandemonium. Remember... there were three of us. Three adults that is. Three adults and today we had over a hundred (100) kids!!! I couldn't believe it.
Here is where I almost killed two of the little dears!
My first game was the old stand-by "Shoe Scramble". It is the one where the game director has all of the kids put all of their little smelly filthy shoes in the middle of the circle, scrambles them up and then says, "one, two, three GO!" and the kids match their shoes with their little dirty feet.
Sounds simple enough doesn't it. I thought so.
So, there I was in the middle of the hood, scrambling flip-flops. I explained the game and said, "One Two Three GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
The word GO is so long in that last sentence because what happened next went into a Matrix type of time warp as my mind saw in slow motion the squirming mass of flesh crush in upon itself. One hundred little scrappers dove for that pile of flip-flops in such a furious mass of chaos that it took my breath away. I literally stood there looking for the kid that was getting trampled to death. It was the most anxious minute since last Sundays bloody beating incident.
Praise my Gracious Heavenly Father there were only two kids hurt and their wounds were slight considering the bedlam of the moment. So, two kid were saved today! From great bodily harm that is. Thanks for your prayers.
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