23/04/2026
On Tuesday morning, a young man we knew as Morris was murdered in downtown Tegucigalpa.
If you’ve visited the Micah Project, there’s a good chance you met him. Our earliest photo of Morris dates back to 2012. He spent a short season with us in Isaiah House (2015–2016), but like so many, he couldn’t break free from the grip of addiction and deep trauma.
Still—he was never invisible to us.
Morris always greeted our team with hugs and kindness. He mattered. He was known. He was loved.
Last week, for the International Day of Street Children, our message was simple: “Children in the streets are not invisible.”
We believe that today more than ever.
Right now, we’re facing a painful reality. We are trying to claim Morris’s body from the morgue so we can give him a dignified burial—but we don’t know his full name. Think about that for a moment. A kid known, loved, and remembered… yet officially unnamed.
At Micah, we’ve prepared for moments like this. We have cemetery plots set aside for our street-connected brothers and sisters: because every life deserves to be honored.
And while we may not know his full name…
our Heavenly Father does.
He has known Morris completely since He knit him together in his mother’s womb. Morris was fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139)
We don’t pretend to understand every part of Morris’s story. But we hold onto this hope: that even if he struggled to step fully into that light here, he is now safe in the arms of his Father.
Please pray for our team as we make final arrangements for Morris.
Because no person is invisible. Not to us. And never to God.
