My Little Buddy

My little buddy P came to the café with me often, where I would sneak him nan bread. The shop owners didn’t want street kids coming inside to beg. P is an orphan, and he and his older brother live on the street. 


Their father was a suicide bomber for ISIS, and his mom was arrested for prostitution, trying to make enough money to feed her children. My Muslim friends try to keep an eye on them and give them some of their rice. They know that I will always give them extra to make sure they are fed.


There are about 200 kids around Muslim Town with similar stories. P stuck to my side whenever I walked through the gates, so I got to know him and care deeply for him. When I leave on a motorcycle, he chases after me waving goodbye and laughing. 


The children we meet in the streets are generally between 7 and 20 years old. Some of them try to earn a living by filling the jeepneys (small local buses), begging, gathering clients for vendors in the markets or sorting rubbish.


Most of the children we meet loiter in the streets. They often end up sniffing glue. Some of them belong to gangs, trapped in the grasps of adults who are part of trafficking networks. 


Children and youth in the Philippines face huge challenges. Despite rapid economic growth in recent years, 31.4 percent of children live below the poverty line. Pray that as they hear the gospel that they will put their trust in Christ, who will bring them life and hope.