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Community and Societal Development

How can cross-cultural development workers help communities and societies thrive by following godly principles?

Reflections on Addressing Gang Violence in El Salvador

WCIU Journal: Community and Societal Development Topic

January 31, 2018

by Kenton Moody

PART ONE is a Jan. 31, 2018 post from a WCIU student’s Facebook page with an update from Feb. 16, 2018.

As I started to get out of the truck, Eunice said, “Please don’t.” But I had to—I had to apologize. The four gang members were there at the corner where our Hosanna School students have to cross. One of our students, who we bring in from an opposing gang area, had supposedly flashed the opposing gang sign. That is enough to get someone killed in El Salvador, the country where we live. Eunice’s brother had been killed by gang members in a senseless act of revenge on a co-worker of his last July. His only crime was to be in the same truck at the time. Gangs, violence, death, is normal here unfortunately. It’s every family’s nightmare.

I went over to the gang members and shook hands. I told them I was there to apologize for the lack of respect that one of our students had supposedly shown and to please forgive us. “We know everything you’ve done here in our area and we respect the church,” they said with plenty of expletives thrown in. “We have nothing against you and apologize for our language.”

In the afternoon, I went to another community where we’ve worked for three years to talk with the “tattooed one.” I had to talk with him about his gang members who had come out into the street armed with a weapon while we were transporting children through their community. God has given us great favor. The “Manchado” shook my hand as two other gang members hung close. I shared my concerns, he promised me it was just a joke, and assured me they “like” me and would do nothing to harm what we’re doing. 

I pray every day we can continue to make a difference, but not just a little difference. I want to see the impossible—gang lives transformed by God’s power, conviction, and love. Pray with me!


UPDATE:
Tía
On Friday late afternoon, Feb. 16th, I was driving through the local community where I live (dirt roads, shanties) to pick up people for church. One of the gang members who lives there stopped us on a deserted stretch of the road. He held out his phone and said, “Someone wants to talk with you.” I knew immediately what that meant. It was his leader. He was calling me to preserve his identity. A multitude of thoughts ran through my mind in the few seconds I had to respond.

“What did they want? What if? How should I respond?” I breathed a quick prayer and answered the phone. The phone ID said “Tia” (Aunt), but I knew it wasn’t his aunt that I was speaking to.

Hermano, I want to know if you would build me a house?” I wasn’t expecting that. We have built more than 400 simple wooden homes in the area in the last 8+ years of ministry in Santa Ana, most recently in Britania, our neighborhood. Many people live in shanties made out of tin, plastic, and wood with a dirt floor.The leader knew what we were doing and wanted to be included.

I told him that “Yes” we could build a home, we just need additional information and told him how he could qualify. I handed the phone back and continued on to church—thanking God for his protection, his favor, and for giving me the opportunity to be a reflection of his love.

PART TWO: The Hand

His arm was carefully covered with a long sleeve and discreetly tucked inside his shirt. It was obvious he felt embarrassed, but I had to ask. My question led to an ethical and spiritual dilemma for me as a pastor.

Angel was an active member of the local 18th Street gang when I first met him. I was visiting homes in an impoverished area near the church I pastor. The shanties are built side-by-side along what was the old rail line to Ahuachapan and are constructed of rusty tin, plastic, and crude wooden supports cut from the trees in the nearby coffee farms. I stopped to talk, but it was obvious that Angel and his companions were not too comfortable with me. It was the first of many encounters.

All that year, I came into the community each day picking up children for school in my pickup. Angel and the other gang members were always there along the narrow street and would nod at me or occasionally ask me for a quarter or a dollar to buy a Coke. They never showed disrespect or any indication they didn’t want me in their community.  When we began to build small 10’x20’ wooden homes for different families, often times they would help us unload the trucks and Angel even helped me cut the lumber from time to time, eager to learn to use the skill saw.

It was the day after Christmas when I heard about it. Angel and his older brother Vladimir had gotten caught near the opposing gang territory and were attacked brutally. Vladimir’s face and teeth were completely broken and they cut his head severely with a machete. Angel didn’t fare much better. They cut off his left hand and severed the thumb on his right. I knew Angel and Vladimir probably would’ve done the same thing to the opposing gang members if they had come into their territory, but the crude violence still impacted me.

In El Salvador, at Christmas, hardly anyone shows up at the hospital, not even the doctors…only the poor. I felt like I had to go…I was their “pastor.” Not once had they ever come to my church although I had invited them numerous times. They never showed an interest in my message or really in me, but I was the only pastor that would ever claim them.

Angel and Vladimir live about a kilometer from the church and we have a number of congregants from their area. I requested prayer for them in our service. As I was transporting people back to their neighborhoods that night after service, one of the women told me, “It is really hard for me to pray for these young men because they killed my grandfather last year.” It was only one of the many crimes attributed to them.

When I showed up at the hospital that afternoon, they were surprised. Vladimir’s girlfriend was there and it was obvious I was interrupting their time as I talked and prayed for him. Angel was in another ward, filled with beds almost side by side. I could tell that Angel had been crying. He seemed to really appreciate my visit and told me, “Gracias.”

I made it back to the hospital a couple of times before they were let out. When I knocked on the flimsy door of their rusty tin house with a dirt floor, I could tell that my making an effort to see them in the hospital opened the door to their home. I asked Angel to see what the gang members had done. He slowly withdrew his arm from where it was tucked inside of his shirt and shyly pulled up the sleeve. His hand had been severed by a machete at the wrist. The doctors had simply closed the skin over the stump that was left and sewed it up. His other hand was disfigured where the opposing gang members had also sliced off the thumb.

Tears rolled down Angel’s face. He knew his life was changed forever. To get a job in El Salvador is extremely difficult, but being a gang member and now without a hand, it was nearly impossible. He was also basically useless to the very gang he served. With only four fingers, he could hardly even use a cell phone to serve as a guardian of his community. Even his girlfriend had lost interest in him.

With those tears in his eyes, Angel asked me if I knew of anyone who could help him with a prosthetic hand. “I just want to be normal again,” he told me. A good friend of mine learned how to make prosthetic limbs while in prison and has a ministry to the poor in the capital. Everything within me wanted to offer that opportunity to Angel, but I couldn’t do it.

How could I give a hand to someone who would use it to extort or harm someone? I would be facilitating his life in the gang rather than helping him. Instead, I made a deal with Angel. If he would give me his personal guarantee that he wanted to change direction and lifestyle, I would help him. I offered him an opportunity in our Center of Hope to learn English or computer technology and/or help him find a job in a local business. If he would be consistent, I would do my best to get him a hand. I knew I was offering bait and debated internally if that was ethical or not. Angel was appreciative and slowly said yes.

The old adage, however, “You can take a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink,” held true. The environment around Angel, the other gang members in and around his home, his family, his upbringing, all held him back. He decided not to accept the emotional and spiritual help that I offered in return for the prosthetic hand.

I stay in touch with Angel and was in his home last week to share the devotional for his sister’s 18th birthday, but Angel has come to terms with his loss and decided he couldn’t make the commitment and therefore I couldn’t commit either.

Many times I’ve struggled in prayer wondering if I’m doing the right thing and the “what if’s”. We did build a wooden home for Angel and his family. His mother came to know Christ and we saw a real transformation in her life. One of his young nieces attends our church and school. Both of her gang member parents are in prison, but you can see God shining through her. Angel continues to be a candidate for what God can and will do. Nothing is impossible for God, not even the MS-13 or 18th Street gang members.

Kenton Moody, a doctoral student with William Carey International University, has worked amongst the poor in Santa Ana, El Salvador for many years. His focus has been in areas of extreme poverty and gang conflict helping children and youth at risk through education, social intervention, and spiritual transformation. He has founded the Open Door Church, Hosanna School, and the Center of Hope, all operating in Santa Ana.

Kenton Moody, a doctoral student with William Carey International University, has worked amongst the poor in Santa Ana, El Salvador for many years. His focus has been in areas of extreme poverty and gang conflict helping children and youth at risk through education, social intervention, and spiritual transformation. He has founded the Open Door Church, Hosanna School, and the Center of Hope, all operating in Santa Ana.