I know some people think I'm crazy for bringing street kids back to my house, but I'm so glad they knew where to find me and that I'd come running to help early Thursday morning when Moises hanged himself at the bridge.
Around 4am, my doorbell rang, and the dogs started freaking out. I ran outside and found two of the girls from the bridge at my door frantically sobbing. Through the tears they told me that Moises had died and that I need to come quickly to the bridge. They had a taxi waiting outside, so I changed out of pajamas and ran out the door.
On the way to the bridge, the girls told me that Moises had had a fight with his girlfriend a few hours earlier. He was depressed, got high, and hung himself from a tree near the bridge.
I asked the taxi driver to call the police while I ran up to check on Moises. When the kids saw me, they came running, hollering that he was still breathing a little. And so without wanting to waste a precious minute, I had the kids carry Moises to the taxi and we sped to emergency at the main hospital here in town with three of the kids from the bridge.
When we go there, the doctors came out with a machine to check his vitals and told us that he was gone and there was nothing they could do. They looked at me and said, "So what do we do?" It was almost like they were washing their hands of the whole thing. I asked if they had someone who could help us with his body that was still laying in the back seat of the taxi, but they said that they couldn't accept it. The said to drive him over to the morgue.
The driver took us over to the morgue, which was closed because it was the middle of the night. There was no bell or number to call, so I called the police and told them the situation. They assured me somebody would be there shortly.
Twenty minutes later, I called dispatch back to see where the police were, and they didn't seem to know what I was talking about. So once again, I told them the situation and requested that someone come help us get into the morgue.
Another twenty minutes later, I called back because the police still hadn't shown up. This time they knew who I was and assured me that they were near by. So finally, after waiting almost an hour outside the morgue with Moises' body in the back seat of the taxi, the homicide police arrived and opened the doors.
They questioned the three kids and me about what happened, then they told us to go up to the bridge and wait for investigators to come by. So the same taxi driver drove us back.
I broke the news to the kids that Moises had really died, and they cried for a while until the glue took affect and numbed their pain. I was sitting in the canal with kids, waiting for the police to arrive when the oldest guy there, and the leader at the bridge, started speaking with demons.
For several months, he had been away from the bridge working at a garden center but was recently fired. He had gotten in a fight with a co-worker and cut the other kids' stomach up and down in an obvious attempt to kill him. Thank God, the boy survived and is recovering in the hospital right now.
So now he's back at the bridge using drugs, which turn him into a monster and open a door to hell.
So while we were waiting for the police to arrive, I sat three feet away from this boy and watched him speaking clearly to something he saw standing directly in front of him. He was undeniably having a conversation and saying things like, "You know they're going to blame you for this..." Then, he started manifesting, speaking in an inhuman language, and he appeared to be oblivious to the kids around him who were calling his name. I was praying silently in my mind without speaking words out loud, and at one point, the boy stopped talking and turned to look me in the eye as if he could every word I was praying.
Some police came by just minutes later and chatted with the kids and me. When the left, the kids went back to their glue bottles and passed out because none of them had slept during the night. So I went home and started making phone calls, trying to locate his family...
Thankfully, there are some very capable people here to help sort out these kinds of emergencies. Oscar and the folks from Casa Azul, a project that works with street kids, helped locate family so we could inform them about Moises. I had never had to do that before, and I was almost speechless. They also ran around doing all the necessary paperwork to get him buried.
Everything eventually got sorted out, and we gathered money together to pay for Moises' casket because the family didn't have the funds. After an all night vigil at the mother's house, we buried Moises yesterday around 4:30...
Please be praying for the kids. The spiritual battle going on for their souls is escalating, and they need protection. They do, and so do those of us who are trying to minster to them.
