"My Mother Sold My Soul"

One night we went down to Jackson Square in the French Quarter of New Orleans to pass out sandwiches to the homeless who sleep live in the surrounding areas... at first I met the typical drunks and bums that you would expect to see while, but then I met Jamal.

Jamal was around 20 years old. He didn't look like he belonged there. As we got to know him he opened up about his life. His mother is a follower of voodoo and when Jamal was young she told him that she had sold his soul to the devil leaving his life hopeless because Dad didn't hear his prayers. He was decieved in believing that Dad abandoned him. He hated his mom and left home as soon as he could to be freed of her. The problem was that he was left living on the streets of New Orleans.We told him the truth that had been hidden from him for so long, the truth that he is a child of His Father and no one could sell his soul because it is his own! After praying for him he stood up and a guy on our team gave him a long hug... Jamal left his tears all over his shirt. When we said goodbye we connected him with long-term people who he could talk to.... please keep him in your prayers!!!

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