In 48 hours I’ll be boarding a plane at LAX and starting the long voyage to Swaziland, Africa. In reality this journey begin in June 2007. My World Race team had just finished a month in Mozambique, from there we traveled back to Swaziland to debrief and pick our next ministry. Teams were heading all over the southern part of Africa.
Andrew, one of my teammates, took a day trip with our ministry contacts to check out a potential place to work in an area called Nsoko. As far as I know no mission team had ever worked in that area. Andrew came back weary, with stories of small children wondering on the streets alone, kids wearing nothing but rags in the intense cold and feeding areas called care points that ran out of food constantly. It was a drought year, bad crops, and relief food for the children came occasionally at best.
As our team talked about ministry options for July we decided that Nsoko was not a good choice. We wouldn’t have much structure, it would be hard to accomplish anything, honestly the place was just too challenging. The decision was clear, and then we started to pray. I don’t remember exactly when or how the switch happened, but some how all our hearts changed, and Nsoko became our home for the next two months.
After a few weeks in Nsoko I wrote the following blog, one of my most well viewed, about my struggle during our time there. The care Mbutu care point that I talk about was the beginnings of the Nsoko care point, that I will be returning to next week.
http://morganmckeown.theworldrace.org/?filename=one-torn-dress-mbutu-care-point
