out of africa

Am I making a fool of myself? The question frequently haunts me when I am writing or talking with people.

But my belief in the beautiful, mysterious good that happens when people are vulnerable with one another always wins over my need to save face.

So I jumped off the cliff and dove headlong into the conversation.

Even still, this felt riskier than usual. I wasn’t just sharing my feelings or my experiences. In fact, I was completely void of experience in this area. And they were drenched in it.

The girls I was talking to were from Malawi, Africa. They were here on an internship with an organization I am a part of.

Confession time. I long to go to Africa someday. Badly. In a way that tells me I will go to Africa. But I hardly ever talk about it. I don’t know the how or the when but my gut tells me it will come about in just the right way, at just the right time.

Can they tell how much I want to know them? Can they see how much I long to go to the place where they are from? Can they sense my hope to get just a sliver, a crumb of Africa inside of me through them?

All these questions raced through my head as I chatted with the young women.

I think Africa has something to offer the world. I don’t know what it is exactly, but it is something mysterious and invaluable. And I spilled to these girls what I have believed for a long time but until then had never told a soul.

I believe there is a spirit in Africa. A facet of the Spirit of God uniquely and abundantly thriving in Africa. The spirit of Africa. And I think this spirit gets inside the people who go there. And it changes them. I’ve seen it. 

The girls ask me how this spirit makes people different. I can tell they know what I am talking about but they want to hear me say it. Suddenly I was aware of the throbbing in my chest and the heat of blood in my cheeks.

What if I am getting this all wrong? What if I offend them? This is their homeland I am talking about.

But slowly I find the words. I think this spirit helps people see what is important in life. I think this spirit of Africa frees people. It frees them into life. “Does that make sense?” I ask them. I think I might be speaking gibberish.

Yes. I can feel their hearts affirm with their words. They see it too. I am not crazy. Now I have spoken it and I have seen them agree with it. And now the ache inside of me has grown bigger and stronger and even more painful than before.

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10 thoughts on “out of africa

  1. hiddinsight says:

    I have been to Malawi. It is an amazing, beautiful place. I have always said I would love to go back one day. I am certain that the girls you were speaking to felt honored in your interest in them and their country. I highly doubt you were creepy, and who cares if you were eager. Imagine if someone else took that sort of interest in where you live. COOL. You simply can’t offend someone by being passionate. Well, even if you did, it just has to be okay. I COMPLETELY understand your desire and craving for Africa. When it’s in you, it’s not OF you…there is something for you there. Now you just have to wait for it. (VERY EXCITED FOR YOU!)

    By the way, I have often thought about the verse that says, “No one who hopes in you will ever be put to shame, but shame will come on those who are treacherous without cause.” (Psalm 25:3) It helps me when I have those thoughts, like yours…am I making a fool of myself? In my opinion, the answer is NOPE!!!!!!!

  2. C says:

    When we open our hearts there is always a risk. The joys that come when we take that risk are immeasurable.

  3. free penny press says:

    25 years ago I wrote in a journal of wanting to go to Africa, to experience the place where it all began for mankind. Your desire is because it is the Motherland. I have kept my dream alive and now that my youngest is soon to leave home, I will get there. You will too. This I hold to be true.
    So enjoyed this post:-)

  4. 4x6daily says:

    there really is something about Africa.
    i don’t think i could put my finger on it, but i can say it’s like there is no filter between you and God….just a straight line to the big man himself when you are out there praying. after that trip, despite circumstance, my belief in God became like concrete… or sandstone… or something that is industrial strength. ha ha ha

    i pray that you go friend. and i can’t wait to hear you tell us all about your experiences.

  5. Elena says:

    I loved this post! And I too am convinced you will get to go to The Continent when the time is right. And I will love to hear all about it!

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