Take a Look

I knew what the Lord had been speaking to me as I asked him for something specific I should do here in Kacheri. He said to go pray for the sick. Simple.

I was walking to a village nearby when I saw my shepherd friend, Lokong. (He sells us fresh cow's milk each morning that we pasteurize ourselves.) 

I spoke the words I had just learned and rehearsed. "Ayei itwon ediaka? Achamit ayong nga kalipa kin."

Is there anyone sick? I want to pray for them. 

He said yes and began leading me through the field.  He told me there was a woman who had lost her baby that morning. He said, "she is wanting to hang herself with the rope." I said, "you must take me to see this woman." 

As we entered the family's manyata,  she was sitting in the shade of her hut. Beside her, the ground was freshly stained. 

Not from tears, but from milk. 

She was draining her milk, the  one substance God had given her to provide for her baby. It had failed her. I wondered if she felt as if God had failed her also, or if she even knew who God was and that He cares for her. 

I knelt down beside her, and held her hand. And I prayed. I prayed for God to give this woman peace of mind and to come and comfort her. I prayed for that family to come to know Him. 

When we were leaving, I saw the fresh dirt from where the baby had been buried. 

"There's people hurting all around us. Ain't it a shame, we're too busy to see them, too busy playing games."

I bet if you look around at the people you're with right now, people in the store, or your class, your work, your church...I bet if you really looked at them, they may not be crying, but I bet some are hurting. They're all around us, just take a look.