Meeting Florence and hearing her story, we began to see even more clearly the destitution that so many families in the slums face. Her round, sorrowful eyes were moist with holding back tears and she was clearly weak and in pain. We learned from Catherine that Florence had lost her husband last year when he was killed by a car walking home from work. Normally this would put her in the position to have to begin scavenging or looking for other means of providing for her family of four children. But shortly after his death, she discovered she was HIV positive.
I wanted to offer her hope, offer some kindness, but what could we do in those fifteen minutes? Her eyes seemed to say that she knew life would be short, like so many of the other adults in Dandora, where the average life span is 50 years. Her children would soon be orphans.
The staff of KDS are using funds to assist Florence’s family as they can, but the outlook is grim. Broken hearts beat softly in our chests. A Kenyan broken heart and a roomful of others from across the ocean. Where is God in this suffering?
I’ve learned since that day that the Kenyan Christians view of death as a step of joyful faith into true glory. There will be celebrating and no more sorrow, pain or toil. Florence had one very small wall and on it this poster:
Yes, there is a hope in her hurting heart–a hope in the one who promises to be near to the suffering, who prepares a place in his heavenly home. And meanwhile, on this earth, His faithful people bring the best they can to those He loves so much.
for the Kenya Team