Zim

Just when I thought I was not going to cry when reading about Africa anymore, I picked up a book by a journalist in Zimbabwe called "Where We Have Hope". And I'm reading this book, the guy went to Zimbabwe right after it gained freedom. He got a job as a freelance journalist (ok, so I envy him a bit) and is interviewing all these people about Mugabe and the opposition party just after Mugabe gets into power.

And I start to cry. And that was in the first 2 chapters. That was before I started reading about him reporting about how Mugabe's cronies were murdering the Ndebele people simply because the Ndebele usually supported the opposition. I had to put the book down because I couldn't read it, my eyes had too many tears in them.

I never thought about Zimbabwe much until I went to Africa. I did think about Africa, like Benin and Sierra Leone, but never Zim. I couldn't have even placed it on a map. In Beira, we met and prayed with a lady who was headed to Zimbabwe. Literally, she is putting her life in danger to bring hope to these people. We prayed hard and cried and blessed her.

Iris Zimbabwe/ Generation Won ministries work there currently. I am not saying I will go there, but I am saying my heart is there. I would love to go. Oh yes, I understand cholera, inflation, violence, etc, but the cost is always worth the price we have to pay to find God.

Maybe one day I will be able to write from the perspective of having been there, but I have not been to Zimbabwe. But my heart burns for Africa. Not just Moz. Oh Jesus. He's put His love for the beautiful people of Africa in me. Thats all there is to it.