I met Hands at Work when I was seven, collecting donations from my birthday party. Twelve years and four trips to Zimbabwe later, I always struggled to answer the question I heard most. What do you do there? This short testimony took days to write, to think about what God has done for me and even through me in Zimbabwe. Here’s a story.
Farai (African Leader, Zimbabwe), once washed our feet in a plastic bucket on the floor when we were in Mutare. One by one, around the dim room, washed clean by the kindest, most selfless of us all. This is how the disciples must have felt when Jesus washed their feet. And then we washed his feet, together as a team. The small hands of my family and me on his large feet, holding it up over the bucket. How beautiful are the feet of those that bring good news.
This is the memory that the Holy Spirit has brought to me tonight. God’s impact on my life has been to support the feet of His purest. For eight years now, I’ve kept an email from George Snyman, the co-founder of Hands at Work, saying I was an encouragement that gave hope to continue God’s mission. That is more than I could ever do or be on my own. So, it is not my hands but my family, our teams, the thousands I’ve been given a chance to share with, and every person who truly wants to know what we do in Africa, who joins me in our God. May His name be glorified.
We are together, Farai had said that night. And one day, we will be together again.
Matthew 18:20