Many Afro-Americans (generations of African descendents living in the US) often dream about going to the “motherland”. After a 15-hour flight from Atlanta, I’ve landed on the African continent in Johannesburg, South Africa. After a day's rest, we took a 23 hour bus ride to Zimbabwe. Its only been nine days but through self awareness, I better understand parts of the Black experience in America.
Afro-Americans, did your grandparents (or, parents) have a wooden spoon and fork set hanging on the kitchen wall?
When I was younger, I grew up in a large brick house with my aunts and cousins. There was a separate building in the backyard called the “smoke house” that we used for storage. A “smoke house” is an indoor fire for cooking meals.
Why do people who have so little, share without hesitation? I was proudly welcomed into matchbox, single room homes and served food and drink.
…and, make the best out of the worst situations…with a smile?
To a non-believer, it would be difficult to explain why the poor people of Sakubva, Zimbabwe's Old Township shared their food and open their homes so freely. God has a special fondness for poor and needy people but the Bible teaches us all about sharing.
Matthew 6:19-21 Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Luke 6:38 Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you."
