“I’m dying.”
"I'm dying," he said with tears streaming down his face. I put my camera down and sat next to him on the pigeon pooed covered steps whi...
put my camera down and sat next to him on the pigeon pooed covered steps while
leaning against the old door of a catholic church in Costa Rica.
"You're dying?" I asked.
Shaking and stuttering he repeated himself, "Yes, I'm dying.
That's why I called you over to take a picture of me."
"I'm happy to take your picture, but tell me...why do you say
you are dying?"
"They've given me a short time longer to live. I'm an
alcoholic who has been kicked out of my home. My family has disowned me. They
have forgotten me, but now, now there is a picture of me. I will not be
forgotten!"
"I'm so sorry my friend! Can I pray for you?" I spot Kristen
from the team and motion for her to grab Pastor Marcos, our host, and begin praying
in English when Pastor Marcos joins us in Spanish. Then the conversation began
over again. This time with even more tears and sorrow: "I'm dying."
Once again...we began to intercede on the behalf of our new
friend, Francisco. It was a messy mixture of Spanglish, Spanish, snot bubbles,
hiccups, and tears. In the next minutes following, Pastor Marcos walked
Francisco through a prayer of confession and faith. Simply... beautiful.
Francisco didn't repeat Pastor Marcos' words, but instead inserted his own
confessions and praises. He was broken and sincere as he looked to the heavens
with his arms raised. I sat there feeling as if I was in a scene from a Peter Jackson movie.
Light was shining in his face, while the shadow from the century old church
protected us from sun and the statues provided a covering from the pigeons. His eyes once dead, had now seen
the light-and was alive!
Pastor Marcos went off to buy coffee and tortilla for
Francisco while I stayed behind and continued on with our conversation. He
called me his "angel" sent from God.
"I'll be your 'angel' sent by God! It's true. He heard your
cries and sent me all the way from the US to remind you that God loves you and
you are not forgotten! He loves you that much.
Grinning from ear to ear, he asked "Will you take more
pictures of me, so you will always remember me?" He leans against the church
and fixes his shirt.
"Of course! I would love to! I will never forget you, nor
will your heavenly father."
"Now how about a couple with me, your 'angel' sent by God?"
He threw his head back and blushed. Tears began to once again race down his
face, dripping off his nose. "Si, por
favor!" I turned the camera around and said "cheese!"
Pastor Marcos returned and we shared coffee and goodbyes
with the promise that someone will return with copies of the pictures.
He will not be forgotten!
will never leave you nor forsake you".
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