On Monday evening Zaporah, a beloved Shosho (grandmother) in
Camp Tumaini, past away. The community, as well as our team, mourns her death.
She was a woman filled with the joy of the Lord and loved the children of the
camp as her own grandchildren. She didn’t speak a word of English, but her joy
was a universal language understood by everyone. She worshiped the Lord, hands
raised to the sky! Now, she can dance as she sings her praises. No more leaky
tin roof or tarp walls; Shosho has got a home better than Habitat or we would
ever be able to provide for her. No more diabetes or malaria, no more pain or
suffering. Shosho is with Jesus.
My prayer is that the spirit of joy that Shosho brought to Camp Tumaini
would not leave, but be imparted to the people there. I pray that her funeral
(this coming Tuesday) could be a time of celebrating her life and example. She
will be missed.
