Lyubka — The Story of How a Homeless Woman Became a Person Again
I don’t remember the last time someone invited me to a birthday party. Maybe twenty years ago… back when I was still a person. Back then, I had children, a family, and friends. Now I’d rather not remember—it’s too painful.
These days, everyone just knows me as “Lyubka the tramp.” Even Volodya, my friend, calls me that—though he’s no better off. I live wherever I can, most often under a bridge. I made myself a little corner there. Yesterday I met Volodya—he smiled and said:
“Where’ve you been, Lyubka? I’ve started going to the believers. Good people—they give food, read the Bible. They invited me to a celebration—a birthday party for Jesus Christ. Said we can bring friends. Will you come?”
“Why not?” I said. “But look at me—I’m poorly dressed, haven’t washed in ages…”
“They’re all like us, don’t worry,” he said.
And so I went. A big hall, full of people like me. No one looked down on us—on the contrary, there was respect. They gave me the best seat. They said, “God loves you.” Hard to believe… but they spoke with such faith, such warmth. They said God sent His Son to save us—sinners. He was born in poverty, almost like I live now. Then they sang. I tried to sing along—but I couldn’t. The words were too heavenly. And suddenly, the tears came. I don’t remember the last time I cried…
Then came a festive meal, and gifts! That was it—I couldn’t hold it in. I cried again. Around me, there was joy, a light shining in everyone’s faces—like children. And I thought: maybe God really does love me? I so want to believe that. I came here as “Lyubka the tramp,” but I’m leaving a person. I’ll come again. I promise. And I’ll start a new life. Lord, if You love me—help me.
So much grace was poured out on thirsty souls through the story of Christ’s birth!
We pray that the Word sown will bear fruit.
We sincerely thank everyone who labors in this ministry!
