There was a moment in time, before I got to Africa that I felt deep sorrow for the people of Africa. The conditions they live in, the lack of clean water and the kids, oh the kids, could just break your heart in a million pieces.
However, when I actually got to Africa and experienced a little of what they experienced I noticed that they had something few of us have in America.
Now there are times in my life I have had what they have – a season, a moment, a night but not a lifetime.
What do they people of Africa have that we don’t?
A thirst for God.
I felt myself envying the people of the village we visited. Why? What could they possible have that we don’t?
They loved God and loved each other.
Each task they did, they did together as a group, laughing and singing.
They came together on Sundays to HAVE church. They didn’t go to church, they HAD church. Church on Sunday morning was their time stop working and worship the LORD. And that is just what they did.
No, I am not saying that we don’t spend our time, energy and money to help the African people. Yes, there are many who need clean water or they will die. Many who need shoes, clothes, and to hear the gospel.
But there are many who have something we might never get here . . . a hunger.
I am afraid we are so full here of junk we don’t know what it is like to ache after God.
I left Africa sad for us, wishing we were a little less full and a little more hungry.