Friends, yesterday I promised a reflection today on your role in the lives of orphaned children, but we’ve received a powerful update from Ryan & Paul in Zimbabwe and wanted to share it with you right away. While we have no photos yet, these words paint vivid word pictures and I encourage you to read it slowly and with an open heart. ~ Ellen Shaffer
March 30: Today was an insane day. Insane, yet awesome. A vast array of emotions. It seems like a week packed in together in a day. We started at 545 am wake up with early morning game drive through Hwange National Park, where we saw elephant, jackals, kudu, impalas, giraffe, wildebeest and warthogs among others. Every trip involves a day of rest to see Gods creation and step away from the intensity of pain that we experience here. Paul and I went, along with Beki (our Zimbabwe Director) and Fibion (our Director for Spiritual Ministries). Both fibion and beki are pastors and they also needed a break, desperately. We loved laughing together and enjoying nature.
We then drove out of the park and headed back to Bulawayo, 3.5 hrs away. On our way back, Pastor Fibion received a phone call that he was needed to preach and share a short word at a funeral. A woman had died last week from a brain tumor. This was the same lady who we helped remember earlier this week, but today’s service was right before she was buried. It is cultural to wait until family has all gathered before traveling to the rural homestead to bury. As they wait a preacher does a funeral service every day for the family.
We already had a full afternoon planned, with 4 stops to make over a 6+ hr period. But Fibion had to go – wanted to go – seemingly needed to go with his whole being. So we went to be with the family. As we were with the pastor, we were ushered into the front behind the podium. It was noteworthy that we were there, Paul & I are white. It is rare for this to happen at the funeral of a black woman.
While up at the front waiting for the service to begin, I realized I had a really nice camera and offered to take pictures of the service. He accepted. I started out taking group shots of people sitting in their seats, waiting. Then pictures of the leaders of the service, with Paul sitting up there. Then pictures of advertisements for the funeral company all around the hall, another indicator that funerals here are so common that it felt like a drive through experience with price ranges and financing options everywhere.
I then was asked to come quickly to the front room. As soon as my friend, the brother of the deceased, waved to me, I knew my day was about to be changed. He wanted me to take a picture of his sister before the casket was closed. It was a sacred moment. I found myself meeting this woman for the first time, while at the exact same time having the honor of being one of the last to see her before the casket went to burial.
Every life is important. It is always an honor to attend funerals. People are in their most vulnerable place, yet they invited us into that sacred space. To mourn for a life lived, yet take joy in the promise of eternity, is deeply special.
After saying goodbye to the family, who left for a 500k drive to a remote area near Mozambique and Zimbabwe where the burial would take place, we continued the day. A 15 min stop had taken nearly 2 hours. We were now very late for another meeting, which would also bring heavy hearts and great joy. This is life here. Living in extreme emotions.
We drove 20 min to Pumula BIC, a high density suburb of Bulawayo. We were there to meet Pastor Mandlah and children they hope to serve with a new partnership between the church and Forgotten Voices. Listening to this man share his heart for ministry was humbling. How does one learn to love that deeply? As he explained his church’s aspirations to care for children who have lost their parents, I couldn’t help seeing in my mind a river that runs deep with love, preparing to pour gentle and consistent rain drops onto the aching hearts of children. Just as the soft rain that fell that day brought joy to all we met, this pastors words and dreams would bring joy to the children. You and I get to be part of that. We need $6,000 very soon to help 86 children be served this school term with their fees and other needs 3 BIC churches have identified.
Four children were waiting to meet us at the church.
Notabo, grade 11, 17 years old
Ndazi, grade 6, 12 yrs old
Sikhanyisiwe (which means enlightened), grade 7, 12 years old
Lydia, grade 11, 17 years old
These kids represent the future of Zimbabwe that hangs in the balance. Watching them smile and share their joy at the prospect of returning of school made my heart leap. You and I get to help children orphaned by AIDS, children among the most vulnerable in the world. You and I get to help Pastor Mandlah love and care for children who before had little hope, but now smile and dream again of becoming a teacher (Sikhanyisiwe), a pilot (Ndazi), or doctors (Notabo and Lydia). I had a heavy heart that these precious children had experienced more loss than I have ever imagined, yet humbling joy at seeing the deep love they have for life and the promise of school…and a future… Awesome.
We had to say goodbye again. After dashing around town to run some errands and drop off Fibion and Beki at their homes, Paul and I set out for 1 quick errand and then finally home. As we pulled up to the gate, I exhaled with exhaustion and beeped the horn to have someone let us in. The day was finally done.
No one was home. I called our host, Warren, and remembered I was supposed to be the speaker at his local church youth group event he helps lead. We reversed out and began to drive… Again. Before going to the church, we were asked to stop by and meet 40 people gathered for a Brie (BBQ). That 1.5 gathering was filled with incredible conversations. So much of what we do here could be a book, each day full of life changing observations and steady rain of Gods blessings.
I spoke on “Knowing God.” 130 teenagers from suburban Bulawayo sat and tried to listen to me. I was tired, weary, emotionally fragile, yet thankful for another chance to share my testimony. As I spoke honestly about our day, it struck me again that to know God, we must be with Him. Just worship Him. In doing so, we will be drawn to knowing more about him, then when we act, we will do with God’s love poured through us. But it all starts with the being.
I challenged these privileged teens to be aware of the needs of their neighbors and to know God by entrusting our lives to Him. God draws near when we draw near to the things of God. The same lesson applies to all of us.
The day ended a full 3 hrs after my 9 pm talk, with a special call from my wife and daughter to wind up the day. 18 hrs of intense, emotional roller coasters. Yet the consistent thing throughout – the aspect that helps us do this daily – is that Gods love is greater than the tragedies we see. His love for us runs deeper than our hurts and self doubt. His love runs and washes over our pain and sorrow, whether we know it or not.
May we prepare our hearts to see and experience all God has for us tomorrow, just as he has allowed today. May we lean into loving those who suffer. May we seek out opportunities to share this deep running love with those we meet.
It is a joy to serve you all in this way, the great honor of my life. Thanks for reading. To give to our mission of equipping local churches to care for children orphaned by AIDS, visit
http://www.forgottenvoices.org/donate.
Thanks. Pray on.
Ryan
Note from Ryan Keith, Forgotten Voices
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