Hope
August 20, 2024
As I enter a new season of international travel, women’s faces rotate through the theater of my mind. Women we’ve trained in a skill in Mozambique, Kenya, Ghana, Uganda, and now Albania. I’ll never see most of these women again. But I won’t forget the change. When I met them, downcast eyes, sagging shoulders, looking at me with despair and distrust. Will she do what she says? If we come to class, will there be sewing machines to learn on, a tailor to train us? And then graduation day! Shoulders back, a confident step, even singing and dancing, wearing the creations they made themselves.
Why do this? Because I am a Christ follower. And he says love and care for the widow, that abandoned woman with no hope. He loves them, so do we.