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Topic: Unsung Hero (12/07/06)
TITLE: quiet desperation
By Grace Namwandi
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The couple had spent the past two years and more working as missionaries in a country far away from home. The two years spent working as God's soldiers in Mosambik had been the longest of their lives.
They had slept in windowless, round huts with dirt floors and thatched roofs. They had bathed in dangerous rivers, learned to go without food at times. They had experienced more deaths than anyone has a right to, cried more tears, learned the meaning of real pain and fear. Together they bandaged broken bones, helped mend broken hearts, picked up some broken pieces of lives that were shattered.
Yes, they had really had to taste the bitter side of life and yet somehow, the sweetest. They had learned to appreciate a tiny morsel of bread, a ray of sunshine, a genuine smile and true love and not that just but also God's miracle working power. First hand they had seen him heal the sick, feed the hungry, soothe cracked hearts, polish a vanishing smile. As hard as it all was at times, God was always standing behind, before and next to them until it was time for them to say goodbye, to go back home. Before they left Mosambik, Lisa contacted family members and friends to let them know that they were coming home.
After collecting their two, small suitcases, they walked and walked around the airport all the while looking from side to side for familiar faces. There were none. There was noone to meet them. Lisa felt her heart cracking a bit but she would not admit it to her husband. Suddenly, both their eyes were drawn to what looked like a big celebration. A young man of about twenty eight was being welcomed by a bunch of smiling faces. There was noise, laughter, hugs, pats on backs and congratulations. Lisa wondered where he had been, for how long, what he had done that they hadn't and silently wished they were him.
Sighing, she took her husband's hand and they walked outside into the unwelcoming weather. the cold air of Canada instantly pierced through her thin trenchcoat and settled right under her skin, the sky was an angry shade of gray and her heart was heavy.
They slowly climbed into a taxi.
"I wish we were welcomed like that" Lisa said leaning her head onto her husband's shoulder.
"Like what?" He asked knowing very well the answer.
"Like that boy inside the airport. What has he done that we haven't?" she asked.
"I'm sure somthing totally different. he had probably done something for this world and is rewarded here. We have done something for heaven and our reward is waiting for us and it's much greater. Don't feel upset" he stroked her cheek.
"You're right" she said and closed her eyes "But it would still have been nice wouldn't it?"
He didn't reply.
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