A walk for Africa
By Michael L. Kern III with Kirk Noonan
As our team journeyed through Kenya’s Mathare Valley —
one of the world’s poorest communities — I saw, heard, smelled, felt and
experienced things that destroyed the barriers separating my isolated world
from the impoverished one I was walking through.
It’s one thing to hear about hungry children; it’s another
to look them in the eyes. It’s one thing to see a desperate mother on
television begging on behalf of her children; it’s quite another to shake her
hand. It’s one thing to imagine how the poorest of the poor live; it’s entirely
different to walk in their footsteps.
But that’s exactly what happened during the HopeWalk that
Convoy of Hope offers. I was forced out of my comfort zone and brought face to
face with poverty, hunger and despair. Though I knew beforehand that I would
encounter all these things, I never expected my life, goals, ambitions, dreams
and heart to be so utterly transformed by what I experienced.
I saw toddlers with runny noses standing at the entrances of
flimsy shacks their families called home. Only a few feet away, raw sewage
flowed in open gutters; gutters that children were unable to avoid stepping in
as they played in their bare feet.
As we walked, I saw mothers with babies straddling their
hips. The women peered at me. Their eyes conveyed a hopelessness I had never
seen or known.
I heard many stories. Their stories. The kind of stories I
wished I would have heard 10 years earlier. If I had, perhaps I would have done
something sooner to help.
In the distance, I heard the yelling of angry men illegally
brewing a beer-like drink, a drink whose primary ingredient was the stream in
which the sewage flowed. They, no doubt, would sell their swill to customers
wanting to blunt the misery of this life.
I heard the creaks of our bus as it bumped along the dirt
road on our way out of Mathare Valley, creaks that interrupted the deafening
silence of our group as we contemplated the despair we had just witnessed.
But nothing I heard was louder than my spirit telling me I
must engage in the efforts to help these precious people.
I smelled the pungent odor that accompanies such places
— the sourness of decay, sickness, trash and excrement. It hung in the
air and stuck in my sinuses.
They say smells can evoke good and bad memories that we
either forget or suppress. I don’t want to forget what I’ve experienced. I’ve
promised myself not to forget. If I did, my journey to Mathare Valley would be
I felt deep compassion for the people I met and saw. My time
with them made me realize more fully just how unworthy I am of the multitude of
God’s blessings on my life. It also produced within me a sense of urgency to do
whatever I can to help.
Tears came easily that day. And not just that day, but for
many days after. Tears that were shed in prayer for God’s mercy to be extended,
for God’s soldiers (us) to be sent, and for God’s kingdom to come quickly.
I realized how good I have it in the United States. The cost
of admission for such knowledge was seeing how badly others have it. I am
certain our Heavenly Father weeps as He sees the abject poverty of His creation
and the selfishness of those who can make a difference but choose to remain
I realized I want my children to grow up with a servant’s heart.
I want them to feed and clothe the poor and care for the widows and the
orphans. I want them to exercise compassion at every opportunity. I want them
to give of themselves — outrageously. I realized for that to happen I
need to intentionally guide them toward those things by the example of my own
I prayed that God would use me, enable me and propel me past
my personal feelings of inadequacy so that I can fulfill His design for my
I prayed that God would use me to inspire others to “go for
it” and not wait until tomorrow to make the difference that is needed today. We
must dare to go to where people are hurting, hungry, thirsty and hopeless. We
must go now!
I vowed to never forget the things I saw, heard, smelled,
felt, realized and prayed. I vowed to never allow myself to become desensitized
to the needs of others. I vowed to never become complacent in my service to the
So should you.
MICHAEL L. KERN III is the president and COO of Stout Risius
Ross, Inc. KIRK NOONAN is managing editor of Today's Pentecostal Evangel.
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