“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves; ensure justice for those being crushed.” Proverbs 31:8″
From my Journal 7/28/07
“I started out these three months in Africa broken for my self, for what I had been through and the things I had suffered in my past. Now my heart has changed, been healed and I am broken for these children, for injustice, the cycle of poverty, childhood rape, AIDS, and lack of education. I am torn to shreds by children shivering in rags, I feel emptiness for the kids who sometimes get food, and I’m in pain for the lack of medical attention.
At the same time I know that it’s not mine to cure. I can’t solve my own problems let alone solve the problems of one of these children. I have to choose trust. I have to choose to believe in the God of scripture who loves justice and champions for the poor, the widow and the orphan.
Waves
Rivers stream from my eyes,
I am swirling, sinking, struggling,
a tiny buoy,
bobbing in rough waters.
Each child’s face washes over me.
His huge white smile.
Her solemn, lips
too mature for 7 years.
The baby’s blank stare,
eyes glassy from malnutrition.
her questioning expression,
“Will you hold me?
Will you love me?
Am I finally safe with you?”
Each is a wave,
crashing over me.
I sink, pulled under
swallowed by despair.
Somehow the surface finds me,
gasping,
the next wave looming.
Every time I sit today I begin to cry. God why the pain? Why the sin? Why the injustice? We try to numb our hearts and make our lives grey. Western culture is obsessed with trying to find happiness but all that pursuit leads to is more flat line, emotionless, drab fog.
I understand, you have to have the pain to know the beauty, but God my heart has been ripped out, torn to pieces. Tandi has AIDS, babies raise babies, children are raped. God, children are dying! God do you hear my voice crying out for them?
Jesus I know you died for them. Can you please hold them, feed them, educate them and teach them your grace and love.”
Then God responded, ‘Morgan, every tear that you cried today was actually my tear. I was crying through you.'”
(These are my walking friends, I didn’t tell them to pose like this they just did.)
If you would like to send something for the kids you can.
Nsoko Community Fund
P.O. Box 8 Nsoko
Nsoko Swaziland L313
Send small packages, they are less likely to be taxed. School supplies, children’s clothing and clothing for the gogo’s all are huge needs.
For some funny stories from our time in Nsoko, check out Courtney’s top 20 Blog http://courtneypearsall.theworldrace.org/index.asp?filename=saltego
