The rhythm of life...

The halls of PAG, our main referral hospital, are now filled with patients whom we have transported from the camps. It seems that on a daily basis we bring another child or dying women to this place, in hopes that some form of treatment will bring healing and restoration to these broken bodies and souls. Many of you have heard of Sarah and Dillis…our two girls who are critically ill. Their conditions are both turbulent with good days and bad days. Sarah’s father, Peter, we believe is a saint. In the hospitals here it is the family’s responsibility to care for the patient and take care of their every need. Many of our patients have no relatives or caregivers as they have all deceased or cannot afford to leave their fields. Peter has taken it upon himself to care for every one of our patients, with no incentive but the goodness of his heart. From praying with the mother whose child died in the bed next to his daughter Sarah…to making food for Maurice our AIDS orphan who is but twelve…his daughter is in the most critical medical state, yet daily he gives of himself. He tells us everyday that Sarah will be healed; that he is convinced Christ will cure her…it is faith like this that moves mountains. Sometimes at night when we are leaving Peter comes over and prays over us. The phenomenal thing is that Sarah and Peter are from a camp we do not even work in…yet, God had them directly in our path. The other night, after a busy day in the field, we returned in the evening to visit patients at the hospital. Little did we know that it would become an all out dance party and worship fest in the women’s ward. It all began singing quietly around Sarah to entertain her…and before you knew it the whole ward was bouncing off the walls in tribal dancing and worship to Christ. It is only few times in life where you actually feel you are living in a National Geographic photograph, or rather that you are participating in something larger than life. These moments you wish could be framed and frozen for eternity, exemplifying the utter awareness of Christs actual presence in the midst of the down-trodden. The rhythm of the songs moves you, the rhythm of life carries on, the beats ever changing yet always divine and life giving. The fellowship of believers is outstanding in the halls of PAG. Many there have become saved, and their testimony is great. Please pray for Midu, a 30 year old woman who is in the end stages of AIDS, she will need a miracle to respond positively to ARVs and she is not saved. She has three young children staying in the camp alone now. Her past is tumultuous and painful and she is in dire need of a Savior. The stories of each individual here bring you to your knees, and here on your knees is the only place to comprehend that there is one who knows their individual stories and scars better then we could ever attempt to. Pray that the halls of PAG would be a place of revival, a sanctuary for those whom suffer. Thank you for remembering these people by name. It is a pleasure serving them.
rachele