"I had come to see that the great tragedy in the church is not that rich Christians do not care about the poor but that rich Christians do not know the poor…I long for the Calcutta slums to meet the Chicago suburbs, for lepers to meet landowners and for each to see God’s image in the other…I truly believe that when the poor meet the rich, riches will have no meaning. And when the rich meet the poor, we will see poverty come to an end."
He is THE WORST LIVING CRIMINAL. He abducts children and makes them use guns to kill their own parents. He takes girls and forces them to be sex slaves. He calls his abducted children the Lord’s Resistance Army, AKA the LRA. He has abducted over 30,000 children and forced them to be child soldiers in Central Africa. He remains at large because he is INVISIBLE to the world. FEW know his name, even FEWER know his crimes. Lets make him famous. Because when he is, the world will unite against him and demand his arrest.
I miss Africa. This probably isn’t the first time I’ve started a post like this, but that’s just what I’m feeling. There is something about it there. Something that happens to my heart whenever I’m there, or even just think about it.
I miss everything, even the rats. (Which I still get paranoid about and I’ve been home for about 6 months!) Those little rats that kept me awake every night but brought so much laughter to us. I miss my family at Chitipi and Njewa. I miss having to eat and worship in the dark because of the lack of power at night. It was so simple. That’s also what I miss. Simplicity. I wasn’t consumed with my computer, cell phone, or television. I could be fully present with people. I miss the villages and having my named (or something close to Merry Emily) being yelled from all directions. I miss all those little hands that wanted to be held in mine. I even miss the smells. Every once in a while I’ll get a whiff of something that takes me back and all I can do is take it in and remember all the sweet memories.
I especially miss the way I felt the Lord and the way I saw Him. I didn’t expect to come home and feel so far away and alone. I was stuck in the mindset that everything would be just like Africa in the US. It is FAR from it. Although, I am learning the way I felt with the Lord in Africa is what He wants me to feel here at home. It is a struggle, but I was reassured when I looked up and saw one of the most beautiful sunsets I’d seen in a while. It wasn’t just something to look at. It was a promise that He is here. He is still right beside me. He wants me to feel all the joy that I have in Africa here. Sometimes, all it takes is something simple to catch the attention you’ve lost.
“Look at the nations and watch—and be utterly amazed. For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told.” Habakkuk 1:5
“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.” Habakkuk 3:17-18