By
Jeana Walter, PR Coordinator
Mary loved to have her picture taken. I carry
a camera around my neck and snap photos of events on campus. When I
walked across campus and I often heard her distant voice shouting, "Ms. Jeana,
when can you take my pictures again?" Over the months, I took photos
of Mary —and
that's how I learned of Mary's story.
Mary is the second oldest in her family. Her older brother joined the
military and left the country. She felt responsible and protective
of her younger sisters.
They had all grown up in an environment of drugs and alcohol abuse by adults
in her life. She felt abandoned, neglected and abused by people she should
have been able to trust.
Because of peer pressure and a need to belong, Mary became involved with
a gang of kids who vandalized and started fights. "My greatest struggle was anger," said
Mary. "Sometimes, I have to watch my tongue."
At age 17, Mary arrived at the Methodist Children's Home. She had little
desire to get along with people and little hope for the future. She was also
concerned about her siblings.
Despite claiming to be an atheist, Mary attended Chapel. She started asking
difficult questions about God. She read about suffering in the Bible. Why
would God cause so much pain? How could anyone understand?
She was seeking answers. "When I think of Mary, I see a living witness of
the power of Jesus Christ to transform these lives that are troubled by uncertainties," said
Chaplain Pearl Gillespie.
Mary wrote a poem about her journey titled My Life With God. She wrote "Just
because we cannot hear, does not mean He's not there. He's in the wind, and
the air. God's always going to be there."
After graduating from the Methodist Home, Mary attended church with her foster
family. "I love my youth group. We hang out together a lot. I got baptized
in November," she said.
Looking at her photos, she held one up and said, "can you believe that's
me?"
We thank God for the privilege of serving young people like Mary. It's through
them that we witness the miracle of God's transforming grace. |