I don’t know any of the young people in this choir, but I’ve spent most of my life working with young people in Detroit, and there’s a reason that you can feel the power of these words in their song:
I am invincible, unbreakable
They knock me down, I get up again
I am the champion.
The reason is because I bet every single young person in that choir has lived those words. And I also bet that very few of them got up on their own after getting knocked down. They were the fortunate ones to have a parent, coach, pastor, neighbor, teacher, family member or friend who would not let them give up, even when everything in the world around them looked like trying harder would be futile.
The Detroit Youth Choir has only had two people as lead conductors over its 23-year-history. Their faithfulness through all the long and difficult stretches laid the foundation for these 52 children to become an overnight success.
In much the same way, we have been blessed at International Samaritan to have a handful of people give generously to fund the start up and growth of scholarships to children living in garbage dump communities in Ethiopia, Guatemala, Honduras, Jamaica and Nicaragua through the years. Some of those students have graduated and are working as teachers and accountants, as well as mechanics and cooks. The miracle of their success came from seeds planted and nourished faithfully by Samaritans through the years.
Last week we sent letters to all of our friends asking them to support a scholarship so that we can reach 260 more children next year.
I’m asking you now to prayerfully consider joining them. The difference between success and failure for children growing up in poverty often comes down to having someone in their corner fighting for them. Please help them be champions.
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