For some reason, I love Africa with all of my heart. Some of my favorite people are from Africa. I have at least a dozen friends from there. As I read of the thousands of people in Zimbabwe who are dying of cholera (which is so easily treated!) I long so much to go there. Why must I be here, in America, when I long to be working in Africa or India? I want to hold the hurting, and I want to be with the poor. I can't forget how my African friends have begged me to go to their countries and bring medicines to their people. I want so much to bring them medicines and show them the love of Jesus. So many of them are dying without even hearing His name.
And I think of the stories that I have heard from missionaries I know in Bolivia. There are 2,000 street kids in one city alone. The political situation in the country results in much rioting and many strikes, leaving people without transportation and often unable to get food. Cocaine is the country's biggest crop. Children as young as five are addicted to drugs and to sniffing glues. HIV/AIDS and TB are common, and not many are treated. I would love to go there and work with the children of Bolivia some day, and tell them about a Man who died for them.
Why must I be here?
Why must I be here?
1 comment:
Katie,
I feel your cry!! The materialism of our culture, especially at holiday time, is very hard to be a part of (because no matter what, we can't avoid entering in to some degree) when you've experienced the reality of the rest of the world.
I truly hope you will be ministering in Africa or with us in Bolivia someday!
May God bless you as you seek Him,
Jennifer in Bolivia =)
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