Author: Adventures

Muzungu. That’s what they call us on the soccer field when they have no idea what your name is, but want you to somehow come score a goal for them even though your eye foot coordination is about the same as that of a dead fly. Muzungu. That’s what they call us when we are walking the streets before they all rush us like a group of linebackers and hurl themselves at you trusting you to catch them…all 10 at once. Muzungu. That’s what they call us when they argue over us in the school yard. The arguing is done in their own language, but you can tell they are telling the...

Disunity.It’s a funny thing.It sneaks into the shabbily painted concrete walls of Namatama house.It pretends it belongs and whispers to us in the African rain,Convinces us it belongs,Comes up in our dreams,Raises the hair on our necks,Causes a facade to make us think all is fine when everything is not.It’s a lie he tells us.Because it lessens our power.Together we have the strength of Heaven’s hosts,But alone… Unity.It’s a funny thing.It boldly walks into our presence and calls us to arms.Tells us to look it straight in the eyes and own up and except it,Make it...

I walk into the home for the elders of Zambia and observe that there are stray dogs everywhere. They are coated with flies, missing chunks of flesh in their ears or body, and extremely malnourished. I act as though I cannot see because I am not allowed to touch them, but they won’t stop following me around the grounds of the nursing home. I see the broken windows, and residents unclothed, dragging themselves on the ground to get into the outdoor showers. We walk into the outdoor activities building, beginning to clean the tables, chairs, and floors. I pray around the grounds of the...

Shall we let them die without hope? Wasting away Wandering in the wilderness Finding no city of refuge in this barren land No satisfaction no security no safety. Shall we let them be afficted by their wrongs? Watch them try everything and anything except the one thing that will heap them Watch them pour into an emptiness they can not fill Throw in the needles, the drugs, the broken hearts, the broken bodies, the next rush Throw into their souls the things that kill And yet We stand silently with the fix The cure The only thing that turns shattered people into beautiful mosaics And we say...

The devil loves to play a little game in which he takes what God intends for good and he makes it evil. So let’s take what he intents for evil and make it good. Let’s take what he intends to divide us with and let’s allow it to grow us stronger. Brokenness and disunity is of the enemy. Always seek out ways to help your brothers and sisters. Whether it is washing dishes or cleaning or offering constructive feedback to better them and grow them closer to the lord. Never let the false comfort of Satan bind you. Be positive god is your glue always. Love your neighbor as...

Disunity.It’s a funny thing.It sneaks into the shabbily painted concrete walls of Namatama house.It pretends it belongs and whispers to us in the African rain,Convinces us it belongs,Comes up in our dreams,Raises the hair on our necks,Causes a facade to make us think all is fine when everything is not.It’s a lie he tells us.Because it lessens our power.Together we have the strength of Heaven’s hosts,But alone… Unity.It’s a funny thing.It boldly walks into our presence and calls us to arms.Tells us to look it straight in the eyes and own up and except it,Make it...