I was recently in a village in a rural area of Malawi to help with some media work at a conference for pastors. It was a great opportunity to experience life in Malawi.
I learned the importance of greetings in Malawian culture. I got to practice saying, "Ndili bwino. Kaya inu?" when asked, "muli bwanje?"
I learned how to eat nsima, which is made from maize flour. It looks a little like mashed potatoes but it's much thicker. I learned that to eat nsima properly, you pull off a small piece of it and create a ball of it in your hands and use it to eat the other food on your plate.
I learned how to take a bucket shower. Not as easy as it sounds.
But during the first morning of the conference I couldn't help thinking how foreign
everything was to me. I was in a rural village in Africa, experiencing things I'd never experienced before, sitting in a room full of people I didn't know, and I couldn't understand what was going on because they were speaking a different language.
I was wondering why God had brought me
there, and I was longing for familiarity. This longing brought me to tears right there.
At the end of the day, the last thing on the
agenda was a final hymn. Hymn 7 on the handout. I
almost teared up again when they started singing, but this time it was because
there was finally something familiar. They were singing “How Great Thou Art” in
Chichewa. I started singing along! And as I thought of the words as I sang, I
realized how much I really had to be thankful for:
“Oh Lord my God, when
I in awesome wonder
Consider all the
worlds thy hands have made
I see the stars, I
hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout
the universe displayed!
And hear the birds
sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from
lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and
feel the gentle breeze
| The mountains here are beautiful -- none of my pictures do them justice! |
Then sings my soul,
my Savior God to Thee!
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul,
my Savior God to Thee!
And when I think, that
God His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I
scarce can take it in
That on the Cross, by
burden gladly bearing
He bled and died to
take away my sin!
When Christ shall
come, with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, what
joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow, in
humble adoration
And there proclaim, My
God, How Great Thou art!
Mzimu wanga uyimbira Mlungu
Ndinu Wamkulukulu
Mzimu wanga uyimbira Mlungu
Ndinu Wamkulukulu"
Ndinu Wamkulukulu
Mzimu wanga uyimbira Mlungu
Ndinu Wamkulukulu"
In
that moment, I may have been halfway around the world, in a situation entirely
unfamiliar, with new people, and surroundings totally different than what I'm used to, but that did not change the fact that I have salvation. God did not spare His own Son, but gave Him up on my behalf. God knew in that moment I needed something familiar, and He used the gift of song to remind me of all I have to be thankful for. He is so great!

