Spiritualized, performance driven, broken, lonely, unreached, desperate, searching for a way out, seeking for love and acceptance, and empty.
I walk these empty, dusty roads everyday. Dust fills the air but never attaches to anything. Desolation is everywhere but where is the solution? I see broken hearts beneath smiley faces. I see desperation hidden between unspoken words. People fling their garbage and unwanted things anywhere they can. Is this a prophetic picture of this nation
Tanzania do you feel loved? Do you know that you are treasured? 
My heart has been broken for Tanzania this month, especially for the women. They are like these dusty roads. They are like these unwanted items. Wasted, rejected and unloved. They are flung to the ground without a second glance.
The women here in Tanzania remind me of the story in the bible in Luke 8:40-48 (message)
On his return, Jesus was welcomed by a crowd. They were all there expecting him. A man came up, Jairus by name. He was president of the meeting place. He fell at Jesus’ feet and begged him to come to his home because his twelve-year-old daughter, his only child, was dying. Jesus went with him, making his way through the pushing, jostling crowd.
In the crowd that day there was a woman who for twelve years had been afflicted with hemorrhages. She had spent every penny she had on doctors but not one had been able to help her. She slipped in from behind and touched the edge of Jesus’ robe. At that very moment her hemorrhaging stopped. Jesus said, “Who touched me?�
When no one stepped forward, Peter said, “ But Master, we’ve got crowds of people on our hands. Dozens have touched you.�
Jesus insisted, “Someone touched me. I felt power discharging from me.�
When the woman realized that she couldn’t remain hidden, she knelt trembling before him, In front of all the people, she blurted out her story —why she touched him and how at the same moment she was healed.
Jesus said, “Daughter, you took a risk trusting me, and now you’re healed and whole. Live well, live blessed.�
Have you ever suffered? Suffered to the point that you are completely helpless and desperate? Here in this story we meet a woman who, for twelve years, has been suffering with hemorrhaging. She lost her life because of this illness. She spent all she had to get the illness fixed and when the money ran out to make things worse, she was rejected by society. She was scarred forever with the name, “unclean.�
But wait—she took the risk and said, “If only I could touch the edge of the Jesus garment, then I will be clean.�
Desperate people will do desperate things. At that moment she wasn’t thinking if I touch Jesus then He would become unclean. Something within her heart screamed saying, “I must do something! I cannot wait and watch my body decay. To see my life wasting away day-by-day is like a thousand knifes stabbing me over and over again. I cannot stand the pain of losing my life slowly. My life is worth something and I will do anything to be clean again.�
Her heart was heavily burden with the life that she lost. So when she touched Jesus she knew with her whole being that she would be clean. With one touch, on the edge of the garment, she was made whole.
(Continue to follow the story in the blog: Desperate People Will Do Desperate Things pt.3)
