I haven’t seen “Precious” the film yet, but last year I read the book it is based on, Push by Sapphire. I cried and breathed sighs of horror through the entire thing. I thought about the kids here, how if they’re lives were even half as hard as the book’s heroine, it would be unthinkable.
Just four months into our weekly Bible studies, with only about one month of real, deep, one-on-one conversations, I am horrified to say that their lives are on par with those told in “Precious” — and they express the same hopelessness that she does.
It makes me sick. And angry. And overwhelmed. Where is God anyway? Spend enough time in this neighborhood, and you will ask yourself the same thing.
I don’t know how to show to them just how precious they are. That God really does love them and desires to rescue and redeem them.