My story is different from her's even if both of us are not strangers to pain and sorrow on one hand, and joy and happiness, on the other hand. My dad was a middle class worker who worked for the hospitals, government ministries such as education, agriculture and Foreign Affairs. I started my primary school in the first republic so, we, the black children were always a minority for the first half of my primary school years. When Kenneth Kaunda's Second Republic came, all the schools I attended were almost 100% black nationals. Most Zambians of British descent left the country.
From age 11 to 17 my life was progressively messed up as I was passed from family to family until I found faith in Jesus Christ. My focus then became to be very educated so that I could earn money as a lawyer or architect. God had a different plan. I abandoned the pursuit of my self-willed heaven-on-earth scenario to pursue ministerial training at age 22 and have stayed in the ministry since. Serving God did not fit into my money-making strategy, because I was clear that the ministry is a "freely you have received and freely give domain". I was also clear about the call of God and that controlling vision I had has provided the template for my present ministry.
At the bottom of my compassion for the poor and needy is my first hand knowledge of abject poverty. I know what it means to be hungry, unsheltered, and without the dignity of appropriate clothes (I remember wearing my step-mother's trousers for about a year because that was all I had apart from school uniforms!). As bad as that may sound, I had wild dreams e.g., going to Jamaica! God has taken me to the very places I considered my wildest dreams not be cause I am smarter, but because He is good to all He has made and that includes me. My story is really a story of God's goodness manifested through the love and generosity of people of like faith in Elohim our Lord.
From age 11 to 17 my life was progressively messed up as I was passed from family to family until I found faith in Jesus Christ. My focus then became to be very educated so that I could earn money as a lawyer or architect. God had a different plan. I abandoned the pursuit of my self-willed heaven-on-earth scenario to pursue ministerial training at age 22 and have stayed in the ministry since. Serving God did not fit into my money-making strategy, because I was clear that the ministry is a "freely you have received and freely give domain". I was also clear about the call of God and that controlling vision I had has provided the template for my present ministry.
At the bottom of my compassion for the poor and needy is my first hand knowledge of abject poverty. I know what it means to be hungry, unsheltered, and without the dignity of appropriate clothes (I remember wearing my step-mother's trousers for about a year because that was all I had apart from school uniforms!). As bad as that may sound, I had wild dreams e.g., going to Jamaica! God has taken me to the very places I considered my wildest dreams not be cause I am smarter, but because He is good to all He has made and that includes me. My story is really a story of God's goodness manifested through the love and generosity of people of like faith in Elohim our Lord.