The Ministry of Presence

Nandir knocked on the door yesterday, peering in the window with a big smile.  As I opened she said, "I came to greet Uncle Zaka." I ushered her into the bedroom where Uncle Zaka lay with his eyes closed, and she took his hand.  He looked up at her and smiled, "You are welcome" he greeted her. She looked at him, still holding his pale, long, slender hand in her small brown one, and said, "May God bring you health."  Then she prayed for him and left.
Nandir has learned a very important ministry that Nigerians have mastered, the ministry of presence.  Yesterday we had about 10 visitors come by to "be present" with us in our struggle.  They all prayed for him before leaving, and though sometimes we feel tired when they leave, we also feel encouraged by their care and concern.  No one is alone in their pain here, we are learning. 

May we not minimize the power of this ministry in our work here in Nigeria, as it has been so beautifully demonstrated over these weeks.  It seems easy, and yet, it takes intentionality, time, and a transformation of what ministry in this context means!