Early morning in the barrio and the piercing,
Central American sun sheds light on Santa Ana's tin-roof skyline.
The roads are broken, and the air grows heavy with heat. At
ground level, amongst the dilapidated shack-like buildings,
wander little boys and girls - perhaps only three and four years
old; kids who anywhere else would be on the way to nursery,
or safely tucked-up in bed. But not these children. Nothing
could be further removed from their horrific daily existence.
Think more along the lines of involuntary drug addiction, abject
poverty and repeated rape... vile, grotesque abuse administered
by their twisted passers-by. Without a doubt, their plight on
Nicaragua's streets is nothing short of hell on earth.
Outreach
It was into this lurid environment, then, that our unassuming
hero, 22 year-old Martin Pickles, suddenly descended in early
March 2002. A Modern-Language student from Sheffield University,
Martin was off abroad to perfect his Spanish speaking skills.
However, academic proficiency could little have prepared him
for the challenge that he was about to undertake. Indeed,
education was to become secondary to him there as a divine
appointment soon transformed his trip, beyond all recognition,
into a luminous outreach of Christ-like compassion
Desperate After only a few days in the country,
Martin and his travel companion, Anna, met Libby - a young
English girl running a project for street children. 'We met
Libby at a church service in Santa Ana', recalls Martin. 'She
was desperate for help. Really desperate. She had some forty
street-kids to look after all by herself.' Coincidentally,
as it happens, Libby was an answer to Martin and Anna's prayers
for a place to serve God, while, Martin and Anna were also
an answer to Libby's prayers for helpers and co-workers. 'You
could say that God had the whole thing planned out from the
start,' Martin smiles, knowingly.
The streets
Going into the neighbourhood every day was a daunting task
for the new team. 'Santa Ana is just a haven for everything
Satan has, basically,' says Martin. We're sat in his student
flat, flicking through some of his most recent photographs.
'It's for drugs, it's for drink, it's for prostitution: child
sex-abuse like you wouldn't believe. It's a horrible place;
really horrible.' Having said that, you might expect that
Martin would have been scared. But he concedes that under
consistent prayer and God's supernatural covering, they simply
had nothing to fear. 'We weren't afraid in the streets; we
weren't afraid in the neighbourhood, or even looking after
the children. We just saw God's protection everywhere we went,'
he says.
Love
As a force for good, Martin, Anna and Libby sought to counteract
the abuse, crime, and poverty around them by introducing the
locals to a God of love. They struck up dialogue with street
children; they took down-and-outs to church; they taught toddlers
school lessons: all the activities of a typical day. In everything,
though, Martin and the girls sought to show the street children
they encountered that someone cared deeply about their lives.
It is fair to say that it was no less than a comprehensive,
24/7-rescue operation.
Family saved
One dramatic day, the three were used by God to help save
a pregnant mother and three children from their irresponsible
drug-addict father. 'Libby, Anna and I followed the Lord's
leading to this foul, foul park', Martin explains: 'It's where
they all hang out - criminals, prostitutes, glue-sniffers...
There, sleeping rough under the trees was Jairo (an ex-prisoner)
with his pregnant girlfriend and their little boys: Jestin,
Lupito and Jaito.' The family had literally nothing; so, says
Martin, 'we simply had to take them in.' The newfound group
thereafter began living in accommodation near the church -
eating together, praying together, working together, 'as one
big happy family'. That is, until the father left in a huff,
refusing to keep his job or quit his drug habit.
Explanations When asked why Nicaraguans like Jairo
fail to break out of the poverty trap, Martin supplies no
easy answer. He cites an attitude of compliance to be a factor
- the upshot of generations of political oppression. He also
draws into question the laissez-faire approach of the current
government's social policy. Additionally, he refers to the
ever-present easy get-out offered by local crime syndicates,
and just plain-old irresponsibility. However, he's a man more
interested in the immediate difference people like you or
I can make to their lives.
Children
'Nicaragua's children are just so precious,' he stresses,
'They're a lost generation in what is quite a lost land. They
really need our time.' Martin now shares a tale of how he,
Anna and Libby rescued a four-month old baby boy - Moíses
- who had been abandoned by his fifteen year-old prostitute
mother. 'When we got him, little Mo was really ill: listless,
unresponsive, malnourished and suffering from bronchitis and
scabies. But after some love and attention, it was great to
watch him get over his illness. He began to put on weight,
to smile, laugh and play.' The three young boys taken in also
improved dramatically: 'I don't want to make us sound brilliant
or anything,' says Martin ever-demure, 'But you could just
see the difference we made in their lives. Their vocabulary
increased, they became livelier, they became more imaginative.
Children need real loving stimulation and good, godly examples
to follow'
Disaster
Unfortunately, now some two months after his time abroad,
Martin says the work established in the barrio has taken a
terrible turn for the worse. The Nicaraguan government has
recently circumscribed Libby's right to adopt any homeless
children. Their misplaced argument is that a single, foreign
white girl, without what they see as a 'regular income', isn't
fit for the job. Obviously, the implications of this are devastating
to the fledgling Christian family and the immediate community.
It's much more than just a temporary set back. Baby Moíses,
for one, has been removed from his newfound home and whisked
off to a anonymous State Residence: 'A place that is far worse',
Martin says 'and of which you hear such atrocious tales; everything
from corruption and murder to child-selling and rape.' As
if to make matters worse, Jairo's girlfriend and children
have also just decided to walk out, leaving Libby alone, frustrated
and heartbroken over something valuable, lasting and workable
that she pioneered for their own sake.
'We're, most of all, really worried about what will become
of the lost children,' says Martin, crestfallen. 'We feel
like they were almost our own, you know. We wanted them to
be Christians; to know God; to grow up to be decent, responsible
young men in Nicaragua. I can't even begin to contemplate
where they are now.'
Appeal When I asked Martin how Counterculture
readers might help the vital work in Nicaragua, he gives three
practical possibilities.
Firstly, by prayer;
secondly, in financial support; and,
thirdly, by taking the step of faith
to become a short-term co-worker yourself. '
Anna and I are now back at University,
so the earliest we can return to Libby is possibly in the summer',
he says. 'But if anyone out there at the moment feels like they
are being led by God to work with street children - and they
speak Spanish - then she really needs their help. Financially,
support is always welcome. There's the church outreach projects
to fund, rent to pay on the house, and children are not cheap
to keep! But most important are your prayers for, as the Bible
says, in answer to them God will supply all our needs according
to his riches.'
To receive further information
on the Nicaraguan outreach - or to make a financial donation,
you can contact Martin by telephone, on: