Clive’s struggle to find love
the surrounding areas. They have Go-Go’s there, which are like grandmothers that take care of them during the day. We go to these Care
Points to do our games and teaching about Jesus. This was the one that we were going to be living in for the next 2 weeks). Clive was one of the first boys to approach me. He poked me. I poked him back. The war began.
For the next couple weeks, we spent every free moment together. His favorite song is “Soon and very soon, we are going to see the King” and he is a beautiful singer. So we would sing together all day long. Especially that song. Over and over. “No more dying there” was the only verse he knew. That… along with “no more playing there”… which I think was supposed to be “no more pain there”, but it was funnier his way.
He was laying on a mattress on the floor one day, and I came to sit next to him. I asked him what he was thinking about, and he said “My mother”. I asked him what she was like, what his favorite thing about her was, and he replied, “She loved me.”
He then asked me if I would be his mother. Tears were flowing down both of our cheeks.
Here is his story: Clive is 14 years old. Both of his parents died of AIDS recently. He was living with his Aunt, but ran away from home. We are not sure if the environment was abusive or not. He was living with his sister until she kicked him out of their one-room cement building the size of a standard bathroom. She kicked him out because she is a prostitute, and she sleeps with a different man every night. This is the only way that she can make enough money to feed herself. She is also HIV positive. We set up a tent for Clive, but due to the storm that swept through while we were there, destroying the homes of over 25 families, the tent was donated to someone else. He has been living with 4 other AIDS orphans in a small cement room down the street from the Care Point.
Over the next week, I grew to love this boy more than I can ever really explain. He was never out of my sight. I began a 5 day fast, and the Lord told me to give him the 4 pieces of bread that I was allotted each day that I was not eating during the fast. Each night, he would ask for the bread.
And I would give it to him. On the last night of my fast, he mumbled something to me. I thought he had asked for the bread, so I asked him to clarify.
“No,” he said. “I said I just want you to sit here with me.” So I did. We just sat together.
“I love you Tiffany.” “I love you too, Clive. And God loves you even more. He is always with you. He is your father. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, I know. I love him too.”
Then the night came. The night before we had to leave. We had enough extra money to take all of the boys out to dinner. They had never been to a restaurant before. It was the cutest thing. They all wanted chicken and rice, because they had never really eaten anything else before, and they used all 8 pieces of cutlery in front of them. They were so polite and proper. They loved it. We got home and played around for a little bit. When it got dark outside, and it was time to walk the boys home, Clive wouldn’t even look at me. I grabbed his hand and we began to walk back to the house, and he took off.
He ran away.
I didn’t know what to do. William and I walked to his sisters house to see if he had gone there. When we got there, all we found was his sister and another man. No Clive. We walked over to the boys house, and on the way, we caught sight of a glowing bracelet. Thank God that someone had given the boys glowing bracelets earlier that day. We found him. And he ran. We waited, and then sat down at a bus stop with him. It was raining, and it was really cold. He refused to go to the boys house. We sat with him for about an hour, and he wouldn’t speak.
I began to sing “Soon and very soon.” Slowly, he came back down and sat between William (who actually goes by Rambo in Swaziland) and myself. He mumbled something and I asked him to speak up.
“You don’t love me, you love the other boys.” I was stunned. This child had no idea how much we loved him. He had no idea how God had revealed himself to me in so many ways through this boy. He had no idea how he had stolen my heart.
I couldn’t stop saying it. “Clive, I love you so much. I don’t love the boys more than you. I love you all. You are so special to me. You are God’s son. He loves you so much. Do you understand? I love you.”
He turned to me and buried his face in my sweatshirt.
Crying. I began to cry. No, it was more of a sob. He just kept telling me that he loved me and that he believed that I loved him and that He believed that God loved him.
“Tomorrow, you have to go?” he asked. “Yes, I have to go where God wants me to go. But that does not mean I don’t love you. I love you very much.” (I am tearing up just writing this). He cried and cried as I held him there. He turned to William and held him for a while. Crying. Then he said one word.
else. I didn’t know what to do. He was a 14 year old runaway orphan.
Why would he listen to me?
put it on, and told him that I had to go home, and that I wanted him to go to the boys house. I got up to turn around and walk away. He chased after me and held my hand.
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Oh man. I know I read the “if you are prone to tears” warning , but…. This is extraordinarily powerful! I did cry. Seth was right. Mighty Father, how blessed your world is with Tiffany in it! Thank my, sister! You are wonderfully adorable and precious His name!! Girlly, this is so I inspiring and glorifying to His throne! Thank you for sharing.
crying at work. great. bless you.
Glad I’m at home.
I’m not even ‘prone to tears’……..but I too am glad I’m at home.
Thank you so much for sharing this.
I am definitely “prone to tears”. Just another day sitting at my desk crying on break time due to another amazing story to come out of these blogs. Thankyou Tiffany for showing God’s love so powerfully. Thankyou AIM for sending out such wondeful and powerful forces for God.
This is why we do it Seth, thanks for sharing…
This was tonic to my heart. Thank you.
We are most like Jesus when we love, forgive, listen and weep.
God’s breath is found in words of encouragement we offer to broken hearts and hopeless souls.
It’s all about “the story” which is the canvas for “His story”.
Artfully articulated here I caught glimpses of Jesus.
Shalom.
she’s a rockstar, alright. can’t wait to meet her myself someday. at a big alum party or something. love it!
oh gosh – even with steeling myself ahead of time, I still cried. And it sure isn’t the first time this week either…
Today I happened to read in Revelation 22 about the tree of life planted by the river that flows from God’s throne. Every month it bears a different fruit and its leaves are for healing the nations. I couldn’t help but think about Jane, her children, and now Clive and the millions of others who need healing on so many different levels.
Thank God for people like Tiffany who are being present in the moment to be God’s loving touch for now … may we each be busy spreading that kind of love around us no matter where we are…
Tiffany is one of the reasons I still read WR blogs. I just don’t get this kind of powerful witness anywhere else.
Amazing and so powerful!