Meeting Grace

My trip to Zimbabwe for a Volunteers in Mission trip began, ended, and was characterized throughout by grace. And it was not just an experience of God's grace but an actual experience of meeting Grace--on the flight from Johannesburg to Harare.

My flight to Zimbabwe went about as well as possible. It began with out of Mid-Continent Airport north of Kansas City, MO, on Wednesday, July 22 on United Airlines. I was thoroughly packed--and repacked.

In my checked luggage, I was taking a number of items for distribution in Zimbabwe--many of them contributed by members and friends of First United Methodist Church in Hutchinson, KS. One was a container of wrapped bars of soap for delivery to the Fairfield Children's Home.

Another container had over the counter medications to be delivered to the Old Mutare Mission Hospital. I had four partially deflated soccer balls (and two air pumps) for the children at the Primary School in Chitikatira. I also had a dozen or so pairs of work gloves, all of which found use at the mission work site in Zimbabwe.

I had gifts for the children at the Streamview United Methodist Church where I would share in worship on Sunday, July 26. (There were 144 gift bags, but that turned out not to be enough!) I also had things to give to my friends and family in Africa, including the host family whom I hadn't yet met. I also had three purses to give away, a "Cross and Flame" emblem for the Streamview church, and a variety of jewelry to be distributed sometime during my visit.

I also had a suitcase filled with "prayer bears" from the Hillsboro United Methodist Church to be given--somehow, sometime, and somewhere--to the pastor of the Fern Valley United Methodist Church in Zimbabwe. I had no specific plans to visit there, and no arrangements had been made in particular for me to meet the pastor.

As I began the journey, it turned out that one of my luggage items was overweight. I was already committed to taking all that I had, so I paid the fee of $200.00. The third checked bag generated another fee of $200.00, so those were perhaps the most expense "prayer bears" that the Hillsboro congregation ever distributed!

The flights all went well. The sequence was Mid Continent Airport in Kansas City, MO, to Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC. There, I changed to South African Airways, first for the flight to Johannesburg (via Dakar, Senegal). Each leg of that flight was eight hours in length, with about an hour and a half on the ground in Dakar. After arrival in Johannesburg, the last flight was from Johannesburg to Harare, again on South African Airways.

On the flight to Harare, I was in the window seat, while another member of our team was on the aisle seat. There was between us a woman flying back to Harare after a trip to the U.S. to see family. A conversation ensued, and it turned out that she and her husband operated an orphanage on the outskirts of Harare for orphaned and abandoned children. It is called the "Newstart Childrens Home."

Unknown to her, I was carrying a gift of $100 in cash that I had been sent prior to my departure. It was from a faithful United Methodist from Grenola, KS, who knew of the overall situation in Zimbabwe and had sent me this money " to use wherever [I] see the need."

The need--and opportunity--was right next to me on the flight to Harare. As we were on our descent to Harare, I gave my seatmate five $20.00 bills to help with the costs at her facility. I told her it was a gift from someone in Kansas who just wanted to help.

It was a completely unexpected gift to her--much like God's grace is for us. As we landed in Harare, she thanks me graciously for this gift and asked me to extend her appreciation to the person who had made it possible.

Oh, my seat mate's name? It was Grace. More specifically, it was Mrs. Grace Farang, who is committed to "the big task of caring for unwanted and orphaned children."

My visit to Zimbabwe truly began with Grace, and it was blessed by God's grace the entire time!