We returned to Nadzuluwa (Nankumba). Apparently it is now called Nadzuluwa though formally it was Nankumba. The Traditional Authority divided the area and chief Nadzuluwa is over the portion where the youth are at work.
Before then we were in Mgona where Linda Rinzel ministered. I had to prepare for the afternoon so I only stayed for her testimony. It was powerful to hear a woman minister (it felt like I was not alone). Her story was brief and i felt like the gaps could tell a story of their own, far greater than the words she was stringing together to unveil the briefest of glimpses into the pain that had molded her through her childhood and early adulthood. I watched the men and women as they listened. It was somewhat incomprehensible to share how dark her life was and still show us light within the same period.
Later I tried to work on my laptop but that just drew a group of curious little ones around me, marvelling at this gadget. In the end i put on a movie for them to watch and together we huddled around my laptop. It was a blessing to be a part of these little bedazzled ones. Sometime through a young lady came up to me and asked me where we were going after. We talked a little and she asked if she could join us. When we took off for Nadzuluwa, she was along.
It took us over an hour to get there. Interestingly enough we were in a big car and so the thought of how long it will take in our little pastoral-mobile is something far from my mind...for sanity’s sake. We passed Mngwangwa and then Kalimbira to turn off towards this place that we have now come to love because of the hearts of a group of young men and women.
They were singing and praising when we arrived. Because of the number, we moved emmediately into an open space that they had already prepared in case this would happen. We had over 200 people present. There were youth and adults, chiefs and beautiful grannies. In addition to the 200 were almost 60 children. It was the biggest crowd I had seen. We were introduced to the chiefs (many of which were young for chiefs). Zikiel spoke to the group and i watched as the anointing on him drew them all. Praise God that it was being used for the Kingdom because i had this thought that he could take these people anywhere and they would gladly follow him...a most powerful and gifted young man.
The word was on David. We ministered on this boy, who trusted in the God he knew in the secret place. We talked about how the older people were failing to face their giant, their way of doing things could not help them in this instance. We talked about the giants of incest, AIDS, poverty and how the older ones find it too big a giant to bring down (i was a little nervous saying this as the chiefs and elders of the community were present). We spoke about how this was the time for those that know their God to arise and face these giants. “And don’t fall for being recognised for what is in you (courage and a different spirit) and yet being dictated to as to how to face the giants. The way you faced him in the personal giants of your life is how you face then in the bigger giants. Everything changes but God remains the same.”
Two young men came forward to be saved. It was why we had gone and we celebrated. Two days later Zikiel told me that an older man told him how he had wanted to come forward but fear had stopped him and that the next chance he gets to rise before the community to accept Christ, he will.
We then were treated to the children sharing all that they learn at the nursery school the young started. They were clean little children (something rare in communities) and they were also the first group of little children i have ever seen join fully in the praise and worship. They did not stand around and watch the ‘azungu’ but instead they sang their little hearts out to God. Everything about this village marvelled me. I cannot translate the atmosphere we were in nor the sound of the worship and sense on how i felt like i was witnessing an army at work. I can, however, let you know that God is in Nadzuluwa. This is the David of our communities. David who was not afraid, who had a different spirit having learnt to only trust in God because he had nothing else. David who looked crazy coming out to Goliath with a sling and a stone but unseeing Goliath failed to see the God whose breath gave force to David sling and stone. Oh, that we may see the God who gives breath to the Davids that dare to challenge the mortality rate of 36 and the poverty and the death and the despair that have been taunting our people for so long. We are those Davids and we join our other Davids to declare that “we come to you in the Name of Yahweh.”
After the celebration the chiefs spoke:
“We receive the word. It is true that many of us are old and some have gone into the grave and we have never brought so much as clean water here. Now these little ones that were despised as nothing have brought water, clean water into our village.” (He was referring to the freshly drilled SC borehole that stood a few metres away from where we were meeting, clean and shiny it spoke volumes of the Davids that were seated before us). “We used to drink water with the cows. We have never seen clean water. Now our children can drink healthy water. What a blessing. Do not forsake us. Let this not be the end but the beginning.”
They sang from the time we stopped ministering until we left...in little groups. It was electrifying. There were older young men dancing with the little children. It was hard to part and we made it back home after dark reflecting on the wonder of what we had witnessed all the way home and beyond. There are moments in life when you look at a barren piece of land and see a city, when you look at a little boy and see a president or a mound of bricks and see a beautiful building. I can see. See with me. See how God is taking the foolish things and confounding the wise. See with me.