Bruno lives with his grandparents on a lot that borders our property.
He used to be one of the most eager young people in our church. He is
struggling now through some tough teen-age years. Here is a photo of
him playing soccer on our church soccer field. He rarely comes to our
services these days. He was one of the first people to welcome us to
Marabá four years ago, and helped us unpack our furniture when we moved
here. His parents gave him to his grandparents when he was a baby. He
shared a bedroom with his great-grandmother until she died a few months
ago. He dreams of going to Belem to live with his dad someday. I
remember one December how excited he was to spend the Christmas
holidays with his brother in another part of Marabá. He would practice
in the Christmas play but always with the understanding that he would
not be here for the final production. He was going to his brother’s
home. Finally the big day came. We wished him well, and off he went,
about 12 or 13 years old. Early the next morning he was back. His eyes
were wild. “My brother threw a big party, and during this party he
stabbed someone. Then fled with his girlfriend to another city.” I
walked cross country for most of the night to get back here.” Then
Bruno burst out crying. We became like his family, and he was in the
Christmas play that year. Now his heart seems to be hardened. I feel so
sorry for him. He struggles with things we know nothing about. Maybe
you could pray for him?