There could not have been a harder lunch to sit through, as I sat with Dr D from Goma in Congo. He’d had a cushy international job in Tanzania but felt called to return to his homeland to help suffering communities.
He’d lost his firstborn and home to the ongoing war, and had sold his belongings to start a non-profit movement to help refugees with medical care.
“We are now all refugees in our own country.”
Yet, what keeps him going every morning is God. “If I awoke and am still alive, it means God’s grace kept me alive one more day.”
Our sacrifice counts as nothing next to his. We are humbled.
Thank you Dr D.
