Thank you Africa, for teaching me an abundance of things about you, yes, but more about myself. Thank you that you have shared your ways, wonders and wisdom with me.You are family.
Breathtaking Kenya.
The beauty in the surrounding nature and the maasai people so extremely proud of their culture took my breath away. The way of simple living changed my perspective completely about prosperity. From bucket showers to elephant jaw-bone toilet seats. Camping in 24h rain and only getting to see the ocean of stars once or twice. Campfires for mainly cooking but the better part of it for stories and fellowships. Living in the heart of God’s creation. What a privilege.
As beautiful and incomparable as it was, it was also the naked truth.
Living alongside 27 faces each on their own journey with Jesus. There’s no hiding. No running. It’s a beautiful thing really, but also very raw. Everyone revealing their weaknessess and insecurities. Vulnerability.
Frustration coming forth and tension rising only because there’s nowhere to hide the broken pieces coming out of you.
But this is where God looks at us and says, “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”
See, Jesus wants your heart, yes, but he wants your broken heart more. It’s brokeness coming to light, but we’re all broken, and that’s beauty.
Amazing Uganda.
The desire the people have to spread the word of Jesus and love the lost and the broken-hearted amazes me. I stand in awe of the sacrifices they make and the willingness they have for the people of the Kingdom. They carried our team on their hands and served us with all that they had, even though they didn’t have much. Ministry in Kampala taught me how hungry people really are for Jesus and how beautiful it is to get to be a part of a movement like that.
Everyone is worthy to be loved. I have seen, with my own eyes, that the people i would normally judge so easily, the people in the ghettos, the druggies, the drunks, the prostitutes, it’s them who are most confident about the brokenness inside of them and the testimony that God loves them despite what they do.
There are people in this world that do not belong to ghettos, are not druggies nor drunks, not prostitutes, but still don’t believe in Jesus. Its very clear to me now, it’s not at all about what you do or don’t do. That doesn’t determine the love that Jesus have for us.
I ought to love others despite what they do, because what they do is not who they are. Getting them to stop what they’re doing is not why we are on this earth.
It’s to love them.
Sweet Rwanda.
What a feast. Language barriers and priests with little towels. Mattress misunderstandings and squatty solutions. Rwanda was a country of rest. A country of new breath. A country with streets of gold and pearls for people.
With a Genocide like theirs in 1994, who would’ve ever thought that Rwanda would turn out like it did.
A country full of gardens, fountains and people who trust. People who want to look forward to new beginnings and better futures. People who learnt from great disaster, not dwelling on what had happened in the past. People with open arms and loving hearts.
Rwandas revival made it clear to me that God can save any country and make it better than it ever was. Nothing and no one is to far gone or useless for God. If He wants it, He will surely get it, and make it better.
Thank you Africa, for teaching me an abundance of things about you, yes, but more about myself.