In the spirit of love taught by Jesus, we learn that compassion is not only
spoken, it is lived. And so we stepped onto the streets of Kampala where many 
walk past but few paused to see.

We found children waking from sleep. Their beds made of socks, their shelter,
the open sky. Yet even here, God's light still rests upon them.

We sat with them, listened to their short and fragile stories. Stories that
broke our hearts but also revealed their strengths.

With simple hands we offered simple kindness. A haircut to restore dignity.
Soap cleans and flesh, clothes to warm them, and food to fill a hungry body and
soul.

As they gathered, their smiles told a story. A story of children who have learned to
survive with little and they still welcome kindness with happiness.

In moments like this, you remember every act of kindness restores the beauty God
placed in every child with every shirt, every pair of shorts.

You could see their confidence return like light coming back into their eyes.
They walk together smile, smiling because even a small promise of a meal
can brighten a child's all day.

Sometimes hope comes in the simplest form like the walk towards the warm
chapat after a long day on streets.