We wake every day surrounded by water. I catch a glipse of the Columbia on my way to work. Last weekend's Revamped 2 event was on the shores of the Sandy River, the same water that many in our church are baptized in. Even now, I look out my office window and I can see all the way down the Willamette River to Ross Island, a pewter ribbon running through the heart of the city.
We take water for granted.
Sue Sloan of our Mhlosheni Team sent an email last night that was a sobering reminder of the facts of life in Swaziland. Along with poverty, endemic food shortages, and the overhanging nightware of the HIV/AIDs pandemic, Swaziland is in the grip of a five-year drought.
The drought has brought additional pressures on an already struggling nation, and much of Swazi society is fracturing under its weight.
Please read the article at http://allafrica.com/stories/200708010696.html . It's not a happy read, but it's information we need to know and share. We need to shout of this pain from the rooftops.
We know in our hearts that God's blessings have fallen unevenly on the earth and on us. It is surely impossible to move some of our staggering over-abundance of water 10,000 miles across the earth and the equator to Mhlosheni, Swaziland.
But if we bent our minds and our hearts to the task of sharing what we have with those who have nothing -- to the idea of watering the desert places and making them flower -- who knows what miracles might arise?
Thanks, Susan, for the story. We'll join you in your prayers for Africa.
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