One thing I love about American Christians is their love of adoption. Many have pursued adoption with the same overcoming, sacrificial spirit as those who settled the West.
I love adoption. It’s such a God-combo of mercy and justice.
But what if one isn’t adopted? When can an orphan become adult enough to no longer be an orphan? I don’t know.
But here in Ukraine, it’s tough for orphans when they finish high school. They have to leave the orphanage. The stats are grim of what happens to them–prostitution, crime,prison, drugs & alcohol, suicide … (We had an orphan grad in our rehab center for a bit, too, but he wasn’t ready yet; I hope he returns.) I think what I’m saying is that an orphan who’s finished high school, even “of age” is still an orphan.
Legally, orphans in Ukraine are provided free education by the government. They can go to live in government school dormitories during these years.
A week or two ago, I stumbled upon this lady’s blog where she describes actually visiting one of these dormitories:
We then drove to go see the trade school dormitories in a different section of town. I had heard of the conditions of the dorms and had imagined what they were like, but truly nothing could have prepared me for what we saw.
As impoverished as many areas in Ukraine are, we went to what could only be called a ‘ghetto within a ghetto’….an area where the buildings looked uninhabited and uninhabitable.
… Denis parked the car and told us we would go in quickly and quietly…we weren’t to talk, just follow him quickly. ”
… When we entered the building I took one breath and automatically started breathing through my mouth in shallow breaths. The stench of urine, trash, and who knows what else was nauseating.
I honestly can’t use words to describe the hell hole we walked through, and the pictures … don’t tell all, but I can’t imagine anyone living in these conditions, and especially not a 15 or 16 year old, and especially not a girl without protection and especially not an orphan without family….and especially not any of the kids I met, some of whom will live here, and some of whom will die here.
Dear God, Your mercies are new every morning, Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. You are the God of orphans. … Pray for us, Holy Spirit, because we don’t know what to ask. But we long to see Your redemptive acts on the earth for orphans.