The following excerpt was selected from Beacon of Hope's website: www.beaconafrica.orgThe saddest moment for us at Beacon of Hope has been the death of some of our recruits. It takes a long time to win the trust of women who have struggled with poverty and disillusionment all their lives. When, by God's Grace, some begin to have hope and develop a fledgling belief in a God of love, it is very rewarding for us at Beacon of Hope.
However, the reality of AIDS is constantly in our faces. The majority of those who come to this center are AIDS infected. Even as their souls are being renewed by the power and love of God, their bodies are decaying from the virus. It is a fighting battle to keep them alive. Many become stronger because of regular meals and the provision of medication, which they would otherwise not afford. The Word of God nourishes their souls and there is a renewed hope and courage as they study the Scriptures regularly with our volunteers.
Despite this, some will succumb to the virus, and like Ruth, they will eventually die.
Ruth Wanjiru was a lively, small-framed woman. Despite the hardships she faced daily in the slums, she still managed to eke out some form of existence. On April 11th this year, Ruth was blessed with a baby boy Simon Muriu. Sadly, he too had AIDS.
Ruth started coming to the BOH center early this year and before long she had committed her life to Christ. Though her body continued to deteriorate, one needed only sit with Ruth for a few minutes to see the shining light in her eyes and to bask in her contagious optimism. Knowing Christ for herself gave her a strength that no medication could.
Unfortunately, before long Ruth succumbed to AIDS and struggled through feverish nights with a breast abscess, diarrhoea and respiratory infections. Her malnourished son Muriu was not doing any better, and though we at BOH tried to ensure they both received the medical attention they could from the medical centers that dotted the area, and from our clinic, it seemed to do no good. Soon she was bed-ridden and we determined to visit her daily, to encourage her in the Lord. Watching her deteriorate before our very eyes was heart-rending.
Before long, Simon developed a chest infection, and rapidly lost weight because he could no longer ingest milk. Finally, God took both of them to rest; Ruth died on a Monday, and Simon on the Thursday following.
We saw the love of God through various volunteers and friends who helped finance a funeral for Ruth and her son. A friend of BOH provided the flowers, another still provided the casket; the local pastor who is also a BOH Board member led the funeral service, and Ruth received a fitting funeral in a slum where such funerals were unheard of for the expense. It was a very sad time for all of us, but it also sobered us. We realized the urgency of spreading the Gospel for we are all on transit to a better place, only, because of AIDS, some will get there sooner.



