The last couple of weeks I had the privilege to Venture into some countries that I’ve never visited before: Zambia and Zimbabwe. There were many opportunities and reasons that I went, but I want to focus on one that opened up during my travels.
I went to an orphanage, an orphanage that is actually funded by hunters that sits on a large preserve. The owners and operators of the preserve saw a need in the community and they put up an orphanage to help minister to the youth in that area.
I met the couple that oversees this orphanage – a husband and wife – who, right now, are faithfully, sacrificially loving 53 orphans from birth to about the age of 12-13.
They attempt, on every occasion, to love these children, minister to these children, provide for them and, if at all possible, when they beginning to get to their teenage years to put them back into their villages, communities, possibly with families and possibly with their parents if they are capable at this point to care for them.
On this trip I had a different agenda, but God led me to this orphanage and it was on this preserve, amidst these 53 children, that I saw the very hands and feet of Jesus at work – because religion that our God accepts as pure and faultless is to help widows and orphans in their distress.
I went up to the earthly father of these children, I looked in his eyes, and with tears flowing down my face, I said, “You are the hands and feet of Jesus, thank you for your sacrifice, thank you for your love, thank you for your dedication, thank you for making a difference, what you’re doing is what Jesus would do.”
As I was driven away from the orphanage on my last day there, I thought to myself: Do I love like Jesus loves? Do I care for the helpless like this couple?
This trip impacted me in a significant way and you will hear more about my time in Africa, but for now I want to leave you with this final thought I had on the plane ride home: I have so much, and as a proper steward I need to give more away and live like Jesus.