They cry for help with smiles and open hands. Yet from a distance their cries cannot be heard. Our tiny ambassador does not know the service he provides - a reason to remember the empty palms of those suffering from famine in Ethiopia.
At this moment, I cannot imagine that this woman and her boy are anywhere else but where we saw them last: begging at the gates of the monastery. Praying for one more meal.
It is hard to believe or understand just how bad the crisis is right now. Unfortunately, reports are not positive. If you want to help, please e-mail me. We were able to touch bases with the pastors of the Ethiopian Reformed Church. They are men we would trust to help the poor who come right to their doors.
"Everyday when I go to fetch water at the river, I worry that my baby will be dead." -Ethiopian mother. Interviewed here