I was ready for missions work many years before I started doing it. God finally said: Go. Now I’m a missions junky! If I m not on a missions trip, I’m waiting for the next one.
I provide wound care.
People in poorer countries need treatment for all sorts of skin infections. Sometimes parents will put thorns in their children’s faces to scar them, to make them less attractive to traffickers…to keep them from being stolen. Many times those wounds get infected and need medical attention.
The scars look awful. But if it were between that or having my child stolen, I would do the same thing. I get it.
My grandsons are helping me pack for a Joyce Meyer Ministries, Hand of Hope World Missions clinic in Zambia. I have never been there and don’t know what to expect. We packed sutures, scissors, forceps, and scalpels—even catheters. (We can use the little plastic tubes to treat gunshot wounds.) On one trip, one of my grandsons packed a breathing tube for a baby. I thought: I’ll never need this. But one of the indigenous doctors asked if he could keep it. It was so precious to him because they don’t have access to things like that.
I have a favorite saying by Mother Teresa: “Not all of us can do great things. But we can do small things with great love."
The fragrance of Christ comes across to these patients because we’ve come a long way to love them and to serve them. But God is The Healer. He always steals the show.