The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by. -Felix Adler
I wanted to tell y'all about one of my heroes today. His name is Max and he is 11 years old. He traveled with his family to Rwanda, at the age of 9, and served at Noel. A few months before I was leaving for Rwanda, I got an email from Max's mom, Erin.
Since coming home, Max has not forgotten Noel or Kenny. In fact, we talk about him daily and have been praying about figuring out a way to help with some of the tangible needs of Kenny at Noel. We pray for Kenny, and Max prays that adoptions open up for Americans so he can convince his dad to bring home a brother:). But as a now 10 year old boy, he is really wrestling with the injustice of it all, and wants to help make Kenny's life better.
Max sent with me a letter and a photo for his little buddy and he hasn't stopped praying for him. Recently, I got another email from Erin that Max was learning what Christmas was REALLY about. And Max decided that what he REALLY wanted for Christmas was to donate money, $80, to Noel for beans and milk.
Tonight there will be four toddler rooms full of happy tummies because one boy selflessly gave.
Every night a sweet little orphan sleeps wrapped in prayer because one boy gave all he had.
At 11 years old, Max gets it. Give God all you have, that's all he needs. Thank you, Max for shining your light. I want to be you when I grow up.