Death

Today while visiting a friend in the emergency room, a young boy about 15 years old was brought in dead upon arrival. After attempting CPR for about 20 seconds, the nurse gave up and left the boy on the ground in the middle of the entrance. Everyone who walked in saw the lifeless body. The staff at the hospital moved on as if nothing had happened. Because death is such a normal part of daily life here, the reaction to it is so different from that of the west. I found out later that the boy was trying to break up a fight between two classmates before he died. No-one really knows the cause of death and they never will. I know that much of the death here is preventable, maybe not for this young man. God's Sovereignty is my comfort and peace in situations like this. My heart is sad and yet my hope is in my Lord and Savior, and the fact that when I die I will be with HIM forever.

Ya Ya Jiki?

In Hausa this means "how is your body," or as we would say in America, "how are you feeling?" This is a question I have been asked many times a day since being back in Jos. Hearing Hausa again is music to my ears. Na yi farin Ciki ( I am happy inside!) I love being back, it feels like coming home. More than ever I am convinced of my calling for Nigeria. God's peace is flooding my heart and I am thankful for this unspeakable JOY to serve HIM here. May the love of the one and only true GOD be the passion that drives me on to make HIS glory known.