Fall Break

People told me that going to Africa would change my life. How pompous of me to think them wrong. I’m having trouble fully processing the things that I saw and experienced while in Ethiopia, but I can say with certainty that no where I have been has moved my heart as much as that place. In the past week, I have had the privilege to hang out with orphans with a passion for God and a zeal for life that is rare back home—even among people who have practically every opportunity handed to them. I got to enjoy coffee with hookers, who apparently thought our visit was special just because we weren’t afraid to look them in the eyes. I was able to hold a precious baby girl who was came into this world along with her twin brother only ten days ago—their home? A leper colony. I got to play with a little baby named Moses, who must be destined for great things because Satan seriously wanted him dead. Plus I got to meet a kid who lived in the dump and then through sponsorship, got an education and went back to his home and has helped get over 250 kids out of the dump and into a boarding school. I got to hear a choir of teenage boys sing their hearts out to God—I think it’s the closest to being in heaven singing with the angels that I’ve ever been.

And to think, this is merely a glimpse into a small portion of the things that happened over my “fall break.”

I’m guessing, my processing isn’t finished, because this is all I have to say right now. More to come.