She balanced the box steadily with great confidence. Obviously, she had done this before. It had just rained, but her footing was sure and determined. It was not the man’s job to carry the box; this was her role and she was the pro. The women transport their water containers and baskets with graceful harmony daily; they are my heroes.
We were walking through a rural area to visit a home in Tanzania with Compassion International. Compassion practices hospitality. They donate a box of goodies to each home visited. The box contains bags of rice and beans; cooking oil and other staples.
It was a privilege to be welcomed into the modest home. There were no hesitations at the differences in our skin colors or our confusing languages. Nope. Just excited to get to know one another and become friends through the help of translators. There was time for questioning and answering. There was time for laughing, crying and praying – together. God is always the closest at these most precious times.
At the end of our visiting time, we presented the box. Their sincere gratitude and appreciation was humbling. Asante sana (thank you very much in Swahili)
After hugs and good byes, our group traveled back to the buses. I walked with a Pastor who had accompanied us. I chattered about the box and how it was such a blessing to the family. Pastor Joseph wisely responded that it really wasn’t about what was in the box; it was the love behind the box. The box was a reminder to the family (usually a mother and several young children) that they were loved. The box spoke loudly of love and acceptance. It was given without any expectations; the box was a love gift.
Love. Everything in life always circles back to love. Love circles from the manger to the cross to the empty tomb. Love circles from the valleys of my darkest sins to the mountaintops full of His forgiveness and grace.
My box experience took place in March 2014. At the end of May, I will return to Tanzania. I am looking forward to two very special home visits; those of my Compassion children. When the boxes are presented, I will joyfully look beyond the rice and beans to see the brilliance of God’s love behind the box. Asante sana
Let’s Walk Worthy!