Yesterday I briefly shared for 5 or 10 minutes again at the afternoon children's outreach of the Presbyterian church I've been beginning to partner with the last couple of months. They do a such a wonderful job in entertaining and sharing with the kids every week for 2+ hours (they need prayer for wisdom in avoiding burn-out, however).
Yesterday one older child I sat beside for two weeks who sort of seemed to have latched onto me from the first week introduced me to his younger brother, who hasn't come nearly as often. He had a nasty bruise on his face just under his right eye.
Later I learned from the young woman who heads up the ministry that the bruise is the result of what you may have already have guessed: a father who beats him often.
Evidently these two brothers have a sister who is disabled, which qualifies the family for free governmental financial assistance. Unfortunately, the mother and father only use it to finance their drinking and gambling habits. Breaks your heart. I'd prayerfully like to pay them a visit with the children's worker sometime in the not-too-distant future.