Almost a week ago, I landed in the beautiful country of South Africa—a land rich in beauty, curiosity, and adventure. As I stepped off the plane, a brisk cold breeze greeted me, reminding me that I was far from the warmth of southern America. Since then, my experience has been nothing short of amazing and eye-opening.
Before arriving, I had read numerous articles and websites about countries like this, but nothing could prepare me for experiencing it firsthand. It’s one thing to read about it and another to live in it. My first day serving as a teacher’s aid was especially memorable. I was greeted by some of the most adorable children, their bright smiles speaking more than their outward circumstances. Despite their surroundings, these children radiated joy.
The students I work with all come from poverty. The school is one of the few well-kept places in their low-income community, providing a safe space where they can learn and grow. Though I’ve witnessed poverty in America, the poverty I’ve seen here is far more severe. Many of the children wear the same clothes every day. Their shoes are worn, with no grips left on the soles. Their bodies bear cuts and bruises, the result of living in harsh conditions. There seems to be little law or order in these neighborhoods, and yet, amidst this chaos, there is hope.
Despite their circumstances, the children are full of laughter and life, and the faith of the people here is palpable. Many of them are Christians, and in their poverty, they give love abundantly. It reminds me of the story in Mark 12, where the widow gives all she has, unlike the rich who give only out of their excess. The people here, too, give from what little they have, and their generosity is humbling.
This past week, we had the honor of walking, driving, and visiting the tin-shack housing units where many of these children live. As we approached the homes, we passed yards filled with garbage—broken glass, plastic bags, and pieces of crumbling houses scattered everywhere. These “homes” are barely standing, yet they are the only shelter these families have. One family, in particular, moved us deeply. We prayed with them, and in the coming weeks, we will return to help.
God’s heart is evident among His people here, even in their poverty. In the midst of lack, there is an undeniable richness of spirit. Love is what fills these broken places. And I am grateful to witness it firsthand.
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