A soft knock at my door

A soft knock at my door

A soft knock at my door. It was Rose, one of our Madisi students. Shy by nature, strong in her faith – that’s the way I would describe this lovely girl. “I want names of sick people to help.” Really? “I want names of a lot of sick people who need help. We want to help and comfort those who are hurting.” What a joy to learn that more than 50 of our students, entirely on their own, had come up with this idea! Something good had happened inside of them so that they would come to realize that they were indeed blessed enough to help others. And that is how I found myself driving with Rose to different homes this last week to see how her little group could bless others. And that is indeed what they did!

They chose the households of four dear women. Blandina, whose bone disease (plus AIDS) keeps her legs brittle and broken. Lea, whose gestational diabetes has weakened her pancreas and left her emaciated and unable to care for her two small children. Elizabeth, a 90-year old widow who can no longer walk, who nonetheless cares for her orphaned granddaughter. And Lidia, whose TB, barely-functioning lungs, and AIDS leaves her lying on her mat while her children try to care for her.

And so on Saturday, our kids, who by any standard would almost certainly be placed in the “poorest of the poor” corner on the economic map of the world, were out there doing what money could not buy – they were carrying water, finding firewood, tilling the gardens of four households. They were showing simple kindness and love, and indeed they were a comfort to those who desperately needed it.

Their comfort was so beautiful that it not only warmed the hearts of those four women, it warmed my own heart. And I pass on to all of you what these students of ours are doing with the hopes that it will warm your hearts as well.

Merry Christmas!