Its been awhile since I wrote a blog. I feel like the best I can offer is a brief overview and highlight on my last two months. We will start with month two.
Malawi, Africa was our example of how poor can look different depending on what you were measuring. Our ministry was at African Bible College. ABC was pretty much a school for Missionary Kids and a few wealthy natives. We were teachers aids and were offered lots of opportunities to be part of lots of different ministries around the area. It was a nice setup, but my highlight came outside of ministry.
On one of our Adventure Days we met up with another team and went hiking. The trail was great. From time to time women would be coming down the mountain with heavy stacks of wood on their heads. As we reached the top I introduced myself to a group of guys that were working. I met up with my group and hung out. As I stood there I saw the guy I introduced myself to, Maurice, walking towards me. I remember the tone in which he asked “are you all born again Christians?” I smiled a little as I said “yes, I think so.” He than looked down as he ask a follow-up “as born again Christians, do you think nothing bad can happen to you?” Feeling like it was a trick question, I said it was matter of prospective. Sure bad things happen, maybe more so. But if with walk in faith and believe in what the bible says, all things will work for our good. It wouldn’t be easy but that’s how it works. But I have seen God’s faithfulness. I asked if he himself was a Christian, to which he said yes. He began telling me about his life and his family. Told me about how he had to quit his dream job in the city to come home to take care of his mother and sisters. I talked to him a little more as I tried to encourage him.
As I turned to walk back down, my left leg fell into a deep whole. As Maurice helped me up, I smiled at him and said “see, bad things happen.” As I tried to walk, I began to think I broke something in my ankle. My squad leader Kent saw something was wrong with my foot and to pray for it. I than took to opportunity to ask Maurice to also pray. As he did in his language I felt as if I was witnessing a reconnection to something almost forgotten. In the end, I thanked him for his prayer and reminded him that if I hadn’t fell into that whole we wouldn’t have had this moment.
Faith is a constant state of action. We must choose to act in what we put our hope in. I have faith that I’m supposed to be here so here I am not fully funded but I have hope. I’ll post another update soon for month 3.
