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Mozambique Continued…

We checked on the progress of the orphanage construction in Mutarara and then began a traveling church service! We  began with a beautiful service in Mutarara and then we began our travels into the bush by means of a truckbed for an hour and a half. We reached a small village where we had another service, by that time, in the dark. we pitched our tents there and rose at 4 am to drive another 3 hours deeper into the bush to a village named Dowa. In Dowa we held another 2 services, one public and another for pastors and leaders of the area.
Dowa was an interesting place to be. I am really not sure if white people have ever visited this area because everytime we made sudden movements all the children would take off running in fear. and when we tried to entertain the children with songs, they stared. For 3 hours. finally some smiles surfaced when we made dancing fools of ourselves. And it was quite the scene when we attempted to pitch our tents. hundreds of eyes stared and crowds gathered as we put together our instant shelters. and even as we laid in our tents the children gathered around the doors to stare.

So, this we named the “program of staring”. To be honest by this point we were a bit tired of being stared at and we called it an early night, only to be woken at 3 am to begin our travels through the bush back to Mutarara. Well at least we got to see an incredible sunrise from the truckbed. We arrived at Mutarara around 8 am. This would be when we received notice that Rachel‘s father passed away while we were in the bush. It was a shocking moment for our team, our sister was devastated and we couldn’t fix it. Momma Rita played a key part in this time, Rachel had a mother’s shoulder to cry on when her own mother was a continent away. We immediately cut our traveling church services short and began our 35 hour journey to Vilanculo where Rachel could catch a flight home. Stopping along the way in the middle of the night to say goodbye to those at Momma Rita’s house. Once Rachel had departed to be with her family, we immediately realised the effects of all that had just happened. We were less one family member, who’s life had just changed drastically, our time was cut short with Momma Rita and her family, and we did not get to say good bye to everyone. The whole thing was a huge shock to our system, and i missed our mozambican family like crazy. We rested at a fellow missionary’s house for the next week before departing for our debreif in Swaziland.


It had been an eventful month that has impacted me in many ways. I have learned of a selfless love that flows from a servant. A love that cares not about being loved in return or how its being perceived, but loving because Jesus first loved us. I have experienced community living being taken to the level of incarnational living, where I feel what they feel, see how they see, love how they love. To take in orphans as your own has to beone of the most life giving ways you can live out the gospel of Christ.
 
 
I LOVE MOZAMBIQUE!