When I felt prompted to visit the bush settlement, I immediately left not very sure where I will go and what I will do.I left the bakkie by the roadside and shot into the bush.I was led to the old couple that I used to visit while we had our bush worship meetings.I used to supply them with water and delivered soup every Friday. I found them both with one of their sons at home.We talked as I tried to catch up on their life.
The old lady used to fend for the family by doing house chores in Ghanzi town for a small fee.The old man who is the husband, is blind and sickly.He is home bound and depends on the support from the old lady and a monthly government ration. On the day of my visit, I learnt that the old lady,Elsie, is lame, obviously born 1923, age has caught up with her.She cannot fetch water,gather firewood, collect food from the bush and let alone work for a small fee.As if this is not enough trouble, she cannot collect the ration from government as she is supposed to walk to the selling point and buy food with a card.No one can help since she has to sign with her finger print to access the service. Now they are at home with nothing save for their shack stacked with dusty blankets and a few clothes.The place is stinking with urine and other rotting materials.
Their only bond at this stage is love for one another and a commitment to the old vow " till death to us part'.As I prayed inwardly listening to what God will say, I remembered I was supposed to give my monthly offering which was enough to buy grocery items to last a week or more, I obeyed without question or hesitation.
The couple was excited to receive the donation and as soon their son made a fire and the place became alive with hope.
God then led me to Matthew 25 v 40, I learnt my lesson for the day.
