The sun sets a stream of red over a long horizon above the deserts of Sudan.
As I fly over I feel my heart sense that I am coming closer to home. I have always said God was in sunsets. He is probably in sunrises too if I could ever wake up for them.
From the air there is no landscape just the black shape like a backbone rising out of the African dust. This is Africa. A strong back lit up by the sun. Always breathing, always rising.
She rises still.
I do not know what will become of me here, only that I am drawn here as the wild geese to a warmer spring, the trout who swim upstream, and the wolf to the studded moonlit darkness.
There will be many failures but maybe there will be one life utterly transformed, catapulted into redemption. I used to think that I could bring something, that I could save the many, but I think more now that this is about God doing something in me.
Some say God left Africa a long time ago.
The tribal wars clash on, the governments steal and crack the backs of children in mines for money they will never see, Aids spreads, malaria consumes, and girl child soldiers seem beyond repair. But I find God in Africa—in the midst of the most destitute of places, in the least ones whose lives have been given up on, in tiny acts of grace and raw human need. He is close to the poor. His world order is very different from our own.
Here is where revolution will not come through the wise or powerful, but through the children who stretch their arms to the sky.
And I realized that all I can give is Him through love that never says enough is enough but cracks on through the middle of the most painful places.
It’s not that they need Him more than we do, but its because He is at home here, He flourishes here,
He is making a way because he is wanted. Here we live close to our desire. Close to want for more in life and close to disappointment.
We befriend the lack of things meeting up to our expectations. We sleep with dreams of possibility in our heads.
It is never as we think it should be. It is harder than we thought it would be.
But here we are being born and baptized over again with light and with fire.
