Well, hello there. I am not a social media type, but here I am blogging. Does it end up being the same thing? I guess I will see if my ‘privacy meter’ shoots into the red in the next couple weeks. I may be a short-termer, but in any case, you will not get any full stories, here. Just bits and pieces of life at The Ligthhouse and in the beautiful sub-Saharan, African culture of Lusaka.
We have been working with our church at a local children’s village. It is, quite literally, a village (enclosed behind a wall) for abandoned and orphaned children from infants all the way through to University-age. While my boys work with the youth, I help with the children.
I have been enjoying the singing-ignition-quality of these African children. I am used to kids whose flame peters out if the adult-leader stops singing or leading. These kids are like a cluster of match-sticks. The teacher gives a little spark by saying, “What is that song?” Whoosh…ignition. There are always three or four children who begin singing the moment the words are out of her mouth. Within a few seconds, the whole group is lit up in song (and rhythm) with strong voices. And they are not short-little matches, they are like those long ones that come in the round tin – they keep on singing and singing – moving from one song to the next. So fun for my singing-loving nature.