Driving through the community yesterday, I came across two young girls on the road. I waved and they smiled and waved back. I stopped, took a photo and gave them each a mango. Their smiles were priceless, but didn’t last long. Three teenage boys appeared; the little girls’ faces darkened and they stepped back off the road. I tried to imagine why they reacted in fear when they saw the boys. Then I remembered reading recently that one in three girls, in Zimbabwe, are abus

In the summer of 2017, a group of college students from Johnson Ferry Baptist Church in Marietta and Southbridge Community Church in Statesboro, Georgia, flew to Morning Star ranch Zimbabwe, got into a truck and headed into the Matobo Hills to spread ‘the Good News of Peace' (Ephesians 6:15). They walked through the hills, climbing over big boulders, looking for people to tell the Good News. No obstacle could distract them from their purpose. Fortunately, Thomas was well-pr

Nokuhle Ndlovu’s story is not a lot different to many other widows’ stories in our community. She and her husband left Zimbabwe for South Africa some years ago when Zimbabwe was going through its first economic meltdown and the job market became over-saturated with desperate people. As she tells her story, it seems they were able to find work in South Africa, but still struggled for enough money to send home to the family who were looking after their children here in Zimbab

On our trip to Atlanta last month, several friends encouraged me to continue writing ‘Out of Africa’ messages, which I had begun 10 years ago, after a trip to the USA in 2004. I discontinued them a few years later when a dear friend, in the USA, wrote and told me to be careful about offending Americans. I have come to realize that no matter what one writes or says, one is likely to offend someone. We tend to be easily offended when someone from outside our own country, says t