She was laying on the ground with a baby that was pitifully small and fragile.Baby Moses. He began gaining weight, and things were looking up. But
one day, he got an infection and died shortly thereafter.
On our trip to Swaziland this past month, Jumbo introduced me to a lady with a bright infectious smile, “Seth, this is Philile, baby Moses’ mom.”
continued, “She’s been taking her ARV’s [anti-retroviral medication
that slows the impact of the HIV virus]. And your son’s team and a
donor have helped ensure she gets proper nutrition.”
I talked to Philile, and she described her baby’s funeral, how she’d
been so weak that Seth and Aaron had to carry her to the grave site.
“My life hasn’t been easy,” she said, “but now my children and I are
eating regularly.” She has even been helping us feed the many orphans
in the area through our care points.
Our team looked at her ramshackle mud and sticks home and decided that
something had to be done. We believe in a God of redemption, a God who
takes unbearable tragedies like Baby Moses’ death and turns them for
good. In the weeks to come, we plan to build Philile and her family a
new home. And then we intend to see Baby Moses’ memory produce a
legacy of goodness that amazes the world. Please pray with us to that
end.
